Please Don't Forget

Margarie's perspective

 John and I tucked into our sleeping bags and we slowly drifted off to sleep. My dreams were weird. I would be doing something, like a lot of it was my skating and laughing with someone that I couldn't remember. Then everything would go dark like a puzzle with a piece missing. It was a little scary because in the dark you have no one to comfort you, no one to help you when you are hurt. When it happened I would curl up into a ball and cry. Then I would go back into a dream and be rolling down a hill with a girl I didn't know, she would get to the bottom hill and splash into a lake with John. Then back into the darkness. One time I went into a dream and I was in a cave. There was an ugly old woman there the woman cackled and threw the contents of her pot at me and I screamed. I woke up in a cold sweat, John standing over me with his hands on my arms and looking worried. I took a couple of deep breaths then took Johns's hands and put them over my shoulders. He looked confused but I pulled him into a tight hug, and he hugged me back. We stayed like that for a minute. Then he looked me into the eyes and asked me "Are you okay?" I nodded and when he got up to go back into his sleeping bag I moved closer to him and snuggled up close. He smiled at me and I fell asleep. Plunging right into the deepest sleep, with no dreams.  John shook me awake the next day and his mom made us pancakes. After words, John gave me a tour of the neighbourhood and showed me his photo album. Every time I would see something that I kind of recognized it would feel like my head got cracked open. Then I would feel like I was back in the darkness. All in a matter of seconds.