Daemon's Home

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I open my eyes. I look at the clock. 2:30 PM. I jolt up and just as I do the doorbell rings.

I hear my mom answer the door. "Daemon! You're home. It's nice to see you, again. I won't keep you waiting with needless chatter. Ella's upstairs, in her room." I hear the door close.

I hear footsteps on the stairs. I know I look a mess but I won't bother. Daemon won't care. He appears in the doorway and I smile.

I start to stand but he says, "No, no. I'll come to you." He sits down on my bed and hugs me. I pull away.

"When did you become such a gentleman?" I smile.

"I'll tell you later."

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When I'm dressed I tell my mom I'm leaving. Daemon takes my hand and leads me out the door and to his car. He opens the passenger side door and I get in. I buckle my seat belt and he drives away.

I have no idea where we're going but I enjoy the ride. We're silent the whole way there. The windows are down and my hair is whipping around my face. I close my eyes and breathe in the warm summer air.

I feel the wind slow, then the car stop. I unbuckle myself and my door opens.

We're in the clearing in my dreams. I stand there gaping. I didn't know it was real. I run to the center of the clearing, like a little child, and spin round and round, looking at the sky. I finally get so dizzy that I can't spin anymore. I laugh and fall down.

I see Daemon with a blanket and a basket, at the edge of the clearing, smiling at me. I wave him over and he sets the blanket down next to me. The world is still spinning but I roll over onto the blanket anyway. Daemon smiles again and I notice he hasn't said a word since we left, but then again, neither have I.

"Is something wrong?" I ask, because I get the feeling that even if I had said a word he still wouldn't.

"No." He looks away.

I take his face in my hands. "Tell me." He takes my wrist and gently pulls them to his chest. Then he wraps me in a hug. He rests his cheek on my head and says, "I'm just stressed, that's all."

"About what?"

"You," he answers simply.

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