The Truffula Gardeners

Chpt 4. Finally getting along?

I had a dream with very strange details. After I had fallen asleep I woke to find myself in a dark chasim. I could barely see, of course. What felt like several minutes passed and I began to begin to hear a call. It sounded like the call of a hyena. At least I assumed so. I heard it once on the radio and this... just didn't sound like a wolf. Then I heard a more familiar sound. The bark of a fox. Immediately after, the noises stopped and I saw a blue ball of bright light in the distance. It came towards me. Slowly it started to come into view...and I saw a rose. A glowing blue rose. I bend it in my hands and it brightened.

The rose began to morph. It turned into the head of a cat. The cat spoke something that I couldn't hear. And then I woke up.

Abruptly. To the sight of a face. You guessed it. The pretty boy. Why he was kneeling above my resting head was beyond me, but it certainly frightened me as it would anyone.

"You! What on earth-"
"Oh oh my I'm sorry I wasn't-"
"What are you doing here??"
"It's not like that I was...I wasn't"
"Spit it out!" I shouted to his reddening face. "*Ahem* you...left uh...this." he held up my tiny turquoise bookbag in front of my head. He brought it back? Very curious...
Without speaking a word, I carefully reclaim my bag and look through it's contents to make sure everything was where I left it. After finding everything was, I look up at him. This time he didn't quite have that charming look to him. He instead seemed nervous and a bit flustered. It almost made me laugh. That same feeling of sorrow fell over me. Perhaps I had treated him too harshly.