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Chapter 6.

All day I felt as though someone was keeping me close, always having a eye on me. Like I was some little kid playing near a well. I didn't like this feeling. My eyes suddenly got heavy. I rubbed my eyes. After opening my eyes I saw a boy, sitting on the edge of my bed. The boy had brown chocolate curls framing his perfect marble like skin. His green orbs were locked on me. I didn't scream, I wasn't scared. I don't know what I was, so many emotions ran through me that I just sat there. He never took his eyes off me. I sat up and got closer. I reached my hand out to touch this flawless boy. But as my hand got close to him he disagreed. Gone.

"What?" I whispered to myself. I rubbed my eyes again. "I am imagining these things." I told myself.

"You aren't imaging Coraline.." I faint whisper said. The words replayed in my mind. Over, and over, and over again. Every time I thought about it I would get the shivers. Goosebumps grow on me. I suddenly wasn't tired. I know for sure, now that I'm not imagining things. This is real. I know it is, it has to be. There is no physical explanation for this. The whispering, the touching, the boy appearing in thin air. It's real.

By morning, I was still awake. I barley blinked my eyes. If I did, I could miss seeing the boy. I grow colder. Even though the sun, the hot sun was shinning through the window.

"Coraline w-" mother stopped talking and looked at me. "Coraline you look like a mess! What happened?" She covered her mouth. I'm not going to tell her about this. Everyone will think I have gone mad.

" I just couldn't sleep mother." I smiled. My head ached. I could fall asleep any second. I was hoping to.

"Go to bed now Coraline. I'll wake you for supper." Mother gave me a look. But it was blurry. I was finally going to sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.

I opened my eyes, I looked at the doorway. The boy was standing there. He was blurred, everything was blurred. I couldn't make out a face.

"Who are you?" I asked. Is this real?

"I'm Harold." He said, the British accent was deep.

"I don't even know a Harold.. Why are you here?" I tried to get up, but I was restricted. I couldn't move.

"Coraline wake up love." Mother shook me. "Wake up Coraline." I opened my heavy eye lids. "Supper is ready, come down stairs." She said leaving me room. I sighed, and sat up. It was a dream. Just dream. But who was Harold? I walked down the staircase with my wool blanket wrapped around me.

"Good afternoon sleepy head." Jackson said, he placed my chair out for me to sit in.

"Thank you." I covered my mouth and yawned.