Poetry and Quotes

Mainly For Closure. Read If You Want.

This event happened to me a week or two before my 15th birthday. I just needed to write this somewhere, and I figured someone could relate to it at some point. So here it is. Some background, my grandfather is not my blood grandfather, him and my grandmother where the elderly couple in the neighborhood. They adopted me as their grandchild two weeks after I was born. My grandfather always had a joke with my parents. He was around 95 or 96. He would say that he was going to die soon, while my parents would respond with, "You can't, you have to wait until her 15th birthday party." This leads me to believe that these dreams were a sign from my grandfather that he was going to be there with me for my 15th birthday.

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I stare up at the ceiling, trying to summon sleep to me. I look over at my clock that's resting on a shelf with some hygiene products. '11:15'  it read. Considering it was Sunday night, I tried my best to fall asleep. I sigh, turn onto my left side, and pull my blankets up to my chin. The sounds of the house settling down gave me an odd comfort feeling. Soon, I curl up under the blankets and fell asleep to the creeks of the house floors. 

~Dream Realm~

I woke up. I sit up on my bed, and the sheets drop from my chest to my hips. Looking around my room everything seemed reasonable, I pulled the covers off my legs and threw them over the edge to the floor. 

I glance around my room once more, before walking to my door and appearing at the bottom of the stairs. My mother walks up to me, an excited look upon her face. I look up at her, giving her a confused look. She rests her hand on my back, ushering into the kitchen, back to the dining room. 

I look in front of me. We finally reach the dining room after a few steps. My head turns to the left. Then I see him — my Grandfather. I look at my mother with a smile on my face. She nods and smiles as he stands up from the chair. He looks at me, smiling as he pulls me into his arms. That hug felt so real. I wrap my arms around his torso as tears fill my eyes. 

I feel my Grandfather play with the ends of my hair as I continue to hug him, my eyes just barely reaching above his shoulder. I slowly close my eyes and rest my head against his shoulder as a bright light obscures my vision. 

~Leaving Dream Realm~

I wake up to my alarm blaring a few inches from my bed. I feel the lump in my throat, and my eyes slightly burning with tears. I reach over, grab my phone, and turn off the alarm. Blinking away the salt water in my eyes, I slowly sit up and start my usual morning routine

I walk into my first period. All I could think of was that dream. Luckily, we were put into groups, and we didn't have to do much. Second period was a little better; I could kind of focus more. No matter how much I tried to focus, the dream still managed to find its way back into my head. 

The school day passes by; I somehow got away without showing any distress. Once I finally got home, I did some homework. After the homework, I played a couple games of Overwatch and the time for bed came around. I laid in bed, plug in my phone and scroll through it for a while longer. 

After scrolling through Instagram for a good while, I glance at my clock across the room. '11:15' it read once again. I set my phone down, roll over onto my right, and shut my eyes. After tossing and turning for what felt like hours, I finally fall asleep. 

~Time Skip to the next week~

It came back. That damn dream again came back. The exact same thing as before, but instead of my mother pushing me into the kitchen, it was my father. My grandfather was sitting in the same chair he was during the first time I had this dream. He got up; I hugged him. He played with my hair; I was woken up by that bright light. 

Tears were in my eyes as I awoke again. I did the same thing. I got up and continued with my regular morning routine. During that day in school, whenever I would sit still, I could feel what I could only explain as static running through my legs. 

I couldn't focus. My mind would wonder every few minutes to random things. The school day seemed to drag on. Finally, that last bell rang. I packed my stuff and walked to my designated pick up area. 

Once again, I got home, ate, and did my homework. I sat on the center of my bed, with my phone in my hands and headphones over my ears. I was in a call with my boyfriend, talking to him about the dreams.

"... Should I tell my mom about it?" I mumble.

"What?" My boyfriend asks as he was not able to hear me.

I take a longer pause than before. "Should I tell my mom about it? About the dreams?"

"Well, yea. It's your mom, and it'll help your relationship."

"..Alright, I'll talk to you tomorrow then," I say then take a deep breath.

"Alright baby. Goodnight, I love you."

"Goodnight, I love you too." I turn on the phone and press my thumb over the red button. Watching the phone call screen disappear, I open up my messaging app. I open my mother's chat and open the keyboard. My thumbs hover over the custom keyboard I happen to have on. Then I start to type. 

'Can you come over here?' I hit send then wait. One little checkmark appears, sent. Two little checkmarks appear, delivered. Both checkmarks turn blue, read. She never replied, but a few minutes later, I hear her door open from the end of the hall. Then I hear her footsteps walking over to my room. 

I scoot back, sitting closer to my headboard and pillows. She opens the door, steps into my room, and closes the door behind her. "What's wrong?"  

"Umm.. I had a dream." I promised myself I would be tough, but the waterworks broke — Tears stream down my face like a professional skier on the slopes. I explained the dreams to her. 

She sits on the bed halfway through me explaining. She hugged me and rubbed my back. I cried onto her shirt for a few minutes before she spoke. 

"Do you want a little shrine for him? We could get a table and put his picture on there."

I nod, tears continue to run down my face. She wipes my tears, "There, there. No more crying." She stands up, "I'll talk to your sister and see what we can do."

"O-Okay.." I wipe stray tears away. She then walks out of my room, and back to hers. 

October 7th comes around; the party was a blast. The food was terrific, the music was great. Even the bouncy house was super fun. It starts to get late, my friends leave home, and some family members stay until the early hours of the morning. I took a nap a little after my friends and boyfriend left. We finally start heading home around two in the morning. 

I wipe off the makeup once we get home. I change into some shorts and a teeshirt. I lay down once again and curl up under the covers. Sleep seems to come quicker then I expected. 

No dream. I slept a dreamless sleep. Once finally waking up the next morning, I slowly sit up and look around. That was the last of the dream. I still have yet to dream it again. 

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It's currently 1:28 a.m. I hope everyone has a beautiful night or morning.