Unreal Happenings

The Awakening

P:  I am in bed when I wake, I am sick and have been sleeping for days. Each day I have apparently been dying, from what my nurse has said. Father has been putting off days for the court or any other kingly things. He was actually sad as was my sister Grace. He never really spends time with me other than wed preparations or when my brother leaves for his knight things. I couldn’t believe he was sad, grieving for me. I thought he hated me. Oh well anyway, I woke up and then Grace started screaming for the nurse, my father jumped out of his chair after a quick nap and quickly mended to my aids. They told me I had had a massive fall and had severe injuries that have mended after my unconscious sleep.

“Nurse Mayla, I was out for at least two days. I am fine. Honest.” I say.

“Teja, you have been out for a month at least, you woke and had a heart attack. We helped you proceed into the next stage of recovering. Your father and sister are devastated for you and Ganda.” Mayla explains.

“Mayla I swear that I was running for an hour in my dream, fell asleep for at least a day then woke up. Fell unconscious then woke up again, but here. Ganda, where is Ganda, actually?”

The king rose and knelt beside my bed, “Ganda was killed in battle, Geromy was luckily saved by a troll and brought back to the castle to be healed by our best healer.”

“Ganda! Ganda is dead! My young brother, my little brother is dead you tell me. I never told him I loved him. All the time he helped me with swordplay or scripting. Father, please don’t say he is dead. I love him…”

“We know sweetie, we all did. Next week we are having the funeral.”

I rose and sat on the bed in a nighty, tears rolled down my cheeks then I remembered Geromy.

“Geromy, I have to see him now. Is he hurt? Please don’t say my fiancee is hurt. Please is he?”

Grace butted in saying, “No, he isn’t okay”

I jumped up and off the bed in barefeet, opened the door and ran out. Barefeet padding down the hall into the light of the window until I reached the corner.

E:I swoop around the corner my black hair slapping against my back, the marble floor cold on my feet. Just as I reach his room I start to feel faint and I can’t catch my breath. He slips out of bed and jogs to me. Even though he is sick and injured he is still extremely handsome and his brown hair glows in the early sunlight. My last glimpse is of him reaching out his hand to me desperate to touch me again. Then suddenly, I am back in the dream, there is only one big difference. This time I know exactly what is happening but I keep having to remind myself of three things.

1. I have fallen unconscious after being asleep for at least a month.

2. This is only a dream.

And three the most important one

3. When I awaken again I will be hopefully fully recovered and my fiance is going to walk down these hallways with rosy cheeks and a golden glow in his skin.

I was wrong.