That's when I see her. My mother was up in a tree. She appears at random in my dreams, she doesn't always see me or speak to me, but I know it's her.
In my first dream she was there with Miranda and she explained a lot of things. She told me she was my mom and I could tell, there was a lot of similarities and she was how dad described her. She's been in every dream, always doing something dofferent. I liked her a lot, she was a nice mom. I wish she hadn't died all those years ago...
She didn't notice us, and if set did she didn't say anything. She looked like she was making a quilt, why she was making a quilt in a tree I have no idea. After a while I heard the growl of the Black Foxes, that's what everyone here calls them, I took off running. I ran as fast as it could and turned my head to see three jet black foxes with glowing red eyes chasing after me. I knew there was more to them but they haven't showed it yet. I looked back and kept running, I ran fast. I heard a yelp and a thud. Then to more yelps and thuds. I skid to a stop and turned around trying to calm my breathing. There stood fox man with his bow, his bright orange fur shined in the sun and looked like fire against his black hands and paws. "Do you trust me?" He ask me kindly as he stuck out his hand. I looked into his bright and beautiful sky blue eyes and took his hand.
"I do."
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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
