SALEY STONES (ON HOLD)

Prologue

Saleys P.O.V

When I was a child my father always wanted me to dream while I slept. He never forgot to ask me to narrate these dreams the day after. They were pleasant at times and also awful. My father, to my observation seemed to take delight in the nightmares I had. He was not the kind of father who would be all concerned about the effects such nightmares had on one. My dad wasn't much of companion compared to my dreams. He would leave home early and return late at night leaving me to resort in putting my dreams on paper. I had no friends or people to look up to only the things I dreamt off. I informed him of the idea I had while home alone, he looked excited and was very encouraging. He told me to submit every single note I jotted down. There was something peculiar about him and his interest in my dreams which I never bothered about. I guess my naive self got the best of me. The new idea was pursued to its greatest height,outmoded furniture in our old house began to modernise, our old house looked beautiful all of a sudden and I must say, things began running smoothly for my dad. My dad being so secretive didn't reveal to me the real cause of all this sudden change. All he told me was to just keep writing about the dreams I had and we'll be very wealthy. It was all well,live became easier and we became well-to-do for years until that very day....