Short Tales

Traumfesser {2}

O chì, chì mi na mòr-bheanna
O chì, chì mi na còrr-bheanna
O chì, chì mi na coireachan
Chì mi na sgoran fo cheò

Chì mi gun dàil an t-àite san d'rugadh mi
Cuirear orm fàilte sa chànain a thuigeas mi
Gheibh mi ann aoidh agus gràdh nuair a ruigeam
Nach reicinn air tunnachan òir

Chì mi na coilltean, chì mi na doireachan
Chì mi ann màghan bàna is toraiche
Chì mi na féidh air làr nan coireachan
Falaicht' an trusgan de cheò

Beanntaichean àrda is àillidh leacainnean
Sluagh ann an còmhnuidh is còire cleachdainnean
'S aotrom mo cheum a' leum g'am faicinn
Is fanaidh mi tacan le deòin

     Join me, my king.

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     I rockteted up from my bed a sweaty, hot, shivering mess. My head darted around and my eyes scanned the room as I got the feeling that I wasn't alone. The whispers in my sleep had evolved into screams, from beauty to repugnance in the space of weeks. The woman had made my dreams into blackness, haunting me with her shrieking and humming. I stumbled out of my room sleep-deprived and irritated, ready for another riveting day of school. Joy.

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     "It shouldn't be a choice, right? I mean, I have responsibilities at home."

     "Like what?" Mason asked. "Your sister and father basically hate you. If were you I wouldn't even think twice if a hot dream lady asked me to be her king, friends and shit family be damned." Mason's voice was dripping with sarcasm as he spoke about her, making it obvious that he didn't believe me.

       "Only because you're an exceptionaly horny teen."

     "Is that any way to talk to your only friend?" Mason mumbled, his footlong lunch hanging out of his mouth. The regular din of our school cafeteria drowned him out making his mumble barely audible, not that I was paying attention. My lack of sleep was catching up with me again and I started to drift in and out of consciousness, the cafeteria fading into bland creams and a tapestry of clothes. 

     Little king, little king, let me in. Friends and family be damned.

     I could feel the damp grass soaking up through my shirt as smells of springtime and fresh water drifted through the hills and across the valleys. The sky I was staring up at was a swirling mess of rosy pinks, dazzling reds, all the colours of the rainbow and extras. The familiar giggling I'd been hearing in all of my dreams recently was right over the slopes I'd climbed over so much already, calling to me like sirens to sailors on the high seas. The queen on her throne of twisted wood  in the midst of the scantily clan women singing and frolicking, completely at ease. Her head swiveled and looked up at me, peering into my soul and unraveling me without saying a word.

    Have you come to stay, my king? 

    I'm still not sure on the whole "spending my life in an eternal dream"

    What is there to be unsure about? Living forever? Happiness? 

    Well I ju--

    I will not be patient for much longer, my king. I will have what I want.

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    I jolted as I felt like I was flung back into my body, sweat was pouring off of me but I couldnt stop shivering. Mason grabbed me and rushed me out of the cafeteria, carting me off to the restroom.