The Sacred Mirror

Chapter 2 *Typical Morning*

Have you ever had a dream before, where it feels like deja'vu? Like you've had the dream before? Or perhaps maybe you've lived it already? That's the kind of dream I had last night. Last time I've checked dreams are suppose to be beautiful, peaceful. People would love, and look forward to dreaming, so forgive me when I say that was no dream, but a nightmare. I can still hear that deep ominous voice, and the gentle soft girls' voice in my head. I can't help but shutter thinking about it. Dreams to me usually has a meaning. So what did it all mean, I wonder?

(knock, knock)

I look up to see my mother walking into my room.

Isabella: "Good morning angel, it's time for breakfast. How about you get dressed and join your father and I downstairs?"

Keomae: "Sounds good mother, I'll be down in a moment."

She exists my room. I go through my closet and pull out a sapphire checkered mini flannel skirt, to go with a sky blue t-shirt with the initial "K" in the center. I always thought blue complemented my carameled skin complexion, hopping into the shower before I head downstairs, where I can smell the pancakes and crispy bacon mother has cooked. I sure love it when she cooks. Along with the delightful aroma of my father's freshly brewed hazelnut coffee, that he has every morning. I still believe to this day that, if he didn't have his coffee the man wouldn't be sane. I sit down and start to eat my blueberry pancakes.

Keomae: "Mom? Dad? I had that dream again." I look up to see if I got their attention. "the one with this little girl, and she held a beautiful diamond mirror--" I stopped when I heard glass shatter onto the floor. "Mom are you okay?" I ask as I get up helping her clean up the broken glass. Looking up I can see a disturbed expression on her face. She brushes the little bit of brown curly hair dangling in her face and smiles.

Isabella: "Yes, yes I suppose I'm still a little tired. Thank you sweetie."

Keomae: "...So about my dream, this isn't the first time I've had it, and then there was this strange voice and he --" father yells out my name, startling me.

Izekael: (clears his throat) "It was just a bad dream dear, nothing to worry yourself over."

Keomae: "I understand that but why must I keep having it!?" I asked bothered "What does it all mean!?" I felt burdened to have such dreams that didn't make sense to me.

Izekael: "Keomae, enough!" he yells again. He to had the same expression as my mother, he to looked bothered.

Isabella: "Keomae sweetie, what your father is trying to tell you is that, you need not worry yourself over such things. You forget you have a birthday in a couple of days. Let's focus your time and energy on that, hmm?" Mother says trying to lighten up the mood.

It's not as though I like bringing it up, but the dream appears to me in pieces that just makes no sense. I shake my head and run back upstairs. As I'm heading to my room, I pass my parents' room to the right. I stop in front of their door. Like a dear in headlights I stand there stunned. My body felt like it was being pulled, pulled inside by what felt like a magnetic force. I was never allowed into their room, but for some strange reason I feel this urge to go in. Cracking the door open a little, I peer inside.

Keomae: "Huh, What is that?" Peering inside on my mothers' nightstand something gleamed in the distance. As I was about to take a step inside my mother's voice snaps me back to reality as she calls out my name from down the stairs. Startled I closed the door, running into my room shutting the door fast behind me. Panting heavily, I jumped up when heard a knock at my door and then a familiar voice. I open it to see my best friend Zachariah. Grabbing his arm, quickly pulled him in shutting the door behind him.

Zachariah: "Jeez Keomae, you trying to pull my arm off or what?" he says.

Keomae: "I'm sorry, I had another crazy morning.." I explained, he looked at me as if he's heard it all before. "I had that dream again Zachariah. I swear it means something and instead of listening to me, my parents just brushes it off and talks about my birthday."

Zachariah: "Same dream huh? That is weird, but I agree. You really shouldn't worry about just a dream. Come on Keomae, we are on our first week of summer break and you have not been out of this house, let alone your room. So leave it to me to save the day. I'm taking you out, let's go to the mall." he suggests. As fun as the mall sounded, I was in no mood to go anywhere. He kept insisting and like an annoyed little sister it was hard to turn him down looking into his dark brown puppy dog eyes. I gave in and agreed to just an icy at the mall. Next thing I know he grabbed hold of my hand and we were out the door.

Licking on my blue-raspberry icy, I stay in my thoughts. Zachariah to was asking about my birthday. Questions like: What do you have planned? What would you like to do this year? Or, what do I think my parents have up their clever sleeves? It was getting old. It's just another number, another day, I don't get why everyone cared so much. Not that I was bored or anything but I asked him to take me home. The walk home was quiet but pleasant. I look over to see Zachariah with a look of defeat on his face.

Keomae: "Thank you for the icy Zachariah"

Zachariah: "No problem. Keomae...seriously, don't worry so much over something that is not real. I'll see you on your birthday, and this time come with all smiles, yeah?" He says giving me a soft nudge on my shoulder before he waves bye, running towards his house. He really is a one of a kind best friend anyone could ask for.

Getting ready for bed. I brush my long brown wavy hair, looking into my bedroom mirror. (Little girls' voice: Keomae! Keomae!) Her voice grasps my mind and I quickly shake my head at the thought. I climb into my bed snuggling up under my warm, cozy blanket, laying my head down on my fuzzy, fluffy pillow. I say to myself "it was just a dream" and then fall asleep.