DAWN

Dawn was my best friend. She always had been there for me, too. She promised, that no matter what, she would be by my side. It has been 9 years since her death, and tomorrow morning is truth or dare. Dawns favorite game. We are doing it the day of her death, at her house. At, well, you probably already know... We will start playing at Dawn. Martha is bringing me a surprise, she calls it ; Talking to Dawn. I have to admit I am nervous. This could go terribly wrong! But I have to see her again. I have to....
It was the fifth time Martha poked me, but I did not even care. It would be a complete, entire, ten years of Dawns death tomorrow. And I could still not get over the fact she was gone. We had been best friends since we were born. And the friendship had to end at age 10. Now I think about the stuff we missed doing together. I did not get to go to her sweet 16 party. I will not get to see her in her wedding or prom dress. Our children will not play together. We will not hear from each other. Then dreams left with Dawn, on her wings, hidden in the feathers. I was lucky she left a feather for me. The feather, is my moments with her. My dreams for me and her. My hope, my faith, my love for my lost friend. "Mark I know your sad, but you are such a bum when you are sad. You do not ever speak to anyone!" Martha whined and set her head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry, little moth" I smiled in the memory of that name. Dawn and I catching a moth in a jar, and handing it to Martha. Her fascinated look as she studied the mysterious butterfly, day dreaming. "Dawn" Martha whispered to herself, but I could hear her. "She knew what everyone liked. She just had that feeling, you know?" I trailed off, looking up at the sky as if I knew Dawn was hearing every word. "I lo..." I stopped. I could not say I loved her with Martha on my arm. Martha always liked me, and I didn't want her to get her feelings crushed.

Dawn... Dawn...