He was a mirror, I could see myself in him. His wild, color changing eyes stared back at me. They were a crystal green, at the moment, but quickly changing to a warm brown.
So pretty...
I felt the urge to reach out and touch him. To see if he was real, to touch the large blood-red lips of his, and brush away the curling blond hair from his brilliant eyes. Is it possible that something so gentle could be present? It seemed like he was something that just could glimpsed at and simply disappear.
I opened my mouth to speak.
He did too.
I shut my mouth out of politeness. He, his out of fear.
We did not move again. We stared instead. His eyes were hypnotizing. Deadly. A beautiful snake slithering... But the rest of him so very fragile. His legs looked swift; like a faun. He was jumpy like one, a faun.
So paranoid.... Why?
The edges of my brain began to tug. Was it a memory? A dream? Both? Suddenly the boy became frightened. He ran.
"Wait!" I cried.
Too late. I was sinking...
Sinking into an abyss. The deeper I got the farther away the boy. no..., the thought only a whisper in my barely conscious mind. He kept running.
The abyss stretched on for an infinante amount of time. And as it did my fears of never again seeing the boy increased. Then, my fall quickened and there came a painful impact.
I woke up that Saturday morning with my face on the ground. I had fallen out of bed. I groaned with pain. I got up, unwillingly, and saw the sun begining to rise above the peaks. It was dawn. I considered going back to sleep, but decided that the emotionally tugging dreams wern't worth it. Waking at dawn wasn't really the best thing in the world, but it beat my frightening dreams. You'd think I'd call them nightmares. But they aren't there's something about them trhat makes me feel alive. Although the thrill is scary, it still excites me in a way that nothing else in the world could. Which is why they didn't deserve to be called nightmares. But, tramatically, I don't think I could handle more than one dream a day.
As I walked to the kitchen to get my breakfast, I took a moment to realise how quiet the house really is when no one else is up and moving about. It's almost eerie.
