My dad walked with me upstairs like he has for the last 2 weeks "renember, it's all a dream, ok? None of it is real" he said soothingly.
"But it feels real" I protested
"I know, you've told me a thousand times, but it's not"
I stayed silent after that.
After I brushed my teeth and hopped into bed my dad came in to tuck me in like he always does "hey dad?" I asked him.
"Hm?"
"At the end of my dream, I get a choice. a fox man holds out his hand and ask me if I trust him, each time I shake my head no and then something shoots me and I wake up. Tonight I think I'll say I trust him. What do you think?"
"Maybe trusting him will make it go away" he replied with a smile, I smiled too. "I,ll let you know" I said as he closed the door and drifted off to sleep
YOU ARE READING
I Do
FantasyWhat of your dreams could be real? Would you trust them? What it reality could be fake? Would you wish it wasn't? What if you could choose where to live? And the only words it took where I do
