A dream for the rest of my life

A dream for the rest of my life
A beautiful, happy satisfying dream
To be right where I am today
Feeling good about myself
The person I have become
Accepting everything I am

Advertisements

The Witch in the Mirror – Part 11

‘Emily, it’s morning, love―time to get ready for school.’ Mrs Wells’ voice penetrated the fog of Emily’s sleep. She put her head under the pillow and tried to ignore her mother. She had almost fallen back to sleep when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

‘Come on, sleepy head. You can’t spend all day in bed.’

‘Is it morning already, Mum?’ Emily’s voice was muffled by the pillow. ‘Couldn’t I stay home today, just this once?’ She rolled over and stretched sleepily.

‘You already know the answer to that, young lady. Now hurry up before you are late.’ Mrs Wells smiled as she walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. ‘You get ready while I fix you some breakfast.’

Emily swung her feet onto the cold floor and stretched again before standing up. She reached for her school uniform and stood at the dressing table studying her face in the mirror. Her eyes were bleary from lack of sleep. They were normally a light blue but this morning they were just a pale grey, like the winter sky. Her skin looked red and blotchy. Emily thought about the woman from her dream. Her skin had been smooth and fair, with just a trace of freckles across the nose.

As Emily looked at her own reflection in the mirror she wished she knew more. She wondered if the dreams had anything to do with the book. Her mother had said that dreams meant nothing and she should stop worrying about them but this was the third time she’d had the same dream. Each time the woman came closer. Last night was the first time she had touched her.

Emily ran her brush through her hair absently.

The sounds of her mother moving around in the kitchen stirred Emily from her reverie. She could smell the cooking wafting through the air―scrambled eggs and toast as usual. But Emily wasn’t hungry. She never felt like eating first thing in the morning. It made her feel sick.

‘Hurry up, Em. You don’t want to be late for school,’ Mrs Wells’ voice rose from the kitchen. She said something else but Emily wasn’t listening.

Emily pushed her hands into the pockets of her blazer and looked out the window. She felt like she should cry but she didn’t know why. She closed her eyes. The world outside was shrouded in grey fog and the sun was just a faint glow on the horizon.

The Witch in the Mirror – Part 10

Emily looked up at the stars. Their twinkling brightness in the autumn sky was comfortingly familiar. At least one thing wasn’t all screwed up.

The moon was large on the horizon.

Mist drifted slowly over the precipice, shrouding the valley far below.

Emily couldn’t remember how she’d gotten here but she knew she was being followed. There wasn’t much time. She had to keep moving.

Then she heard it. At first it was just a dull drumming on the breeze. It got louder. Wind swirled the trees violently.

A voice came from behind her and Emily quickly stood up in fright.

A woman appeared out of the mist, reaching out her hand. She wore a long red velvet gown with strange symbols embroidered in golden thread. The gown closely fitted the elegant, shapely figure beneath. A wild tangle of dark curls hung over the woman’s shoulders.

Emily found herself reaching out. She had no control of her own body.

Her heart was racing.

As the woman moved closer Emily was pressed back against the rock wall. She couldn’t move. All she could do was watch the red dress coming closer. The golden patterns swirled hypnotically in the mist.

Emily felt the woman’s breath against her cheek. She could smell her perfume. The woman stroked Emily’s hair and then closed her eyes as she began chanting.

‘Forces higher

I call on thee

Awake this child

From her dream.’

‘Who are you? Who are you?’ Emily cried out.

There were tears on her cheeks.

The woman hesitated for a moment then began to fade.

Emily woke in the darkness of her bedroom.

She was shivering uncontrollably.

Through the curtains she could see clouds slowly clearing to reveal a full moon. Stars were beginning to appear and the bright moonlight cast shadows in the alley below. As Emily laid her head back on the pillow a shadow moved silently away from the building.

By Light of the Third Moon – Part 2

Bea sat and looked up at the stars. Their twinkling brightness in the autumn sky was comfortingly familiar. At least one thing wasn’t all screwed up.
The moon was large on the horizon.
Mist drifted slowly over the precipice, shrouding the valley far below.
Bea couldn’t remember how she’d gotten here but she knew she was being followed. There wasn’t much time. She had to keep moving.
Then she heard it. At first it was just a dull drumming on the breeze. It got louder. Wind swirled the trees violently.
A voice came from behind her and Bea quickly stood up in fright.
A woman appeared out of the mist, reaching out her hand. She wore a long red velvet gown with strange symbols embroidered in golden thread. The gown closely fitted the elegant, shapely figure beneath. A wild tangle of dark curls hung over the woman’s shoulders.
Bea found herself reaching out. She had no control of her own body.
Her heart was racing.
As the woman moved closer Bea was pressed back against the rock wall. She couldn’t move. All she could do was watch the red dress coming closer. The golden patterns swirled hypnotically in the mist.
Bea felt the woman’s breath against her cheek. She could smell her perfume. The woman stroked Bea’s hair and then closed her eyes as she began chanting.
‘Forces higher
I call on thee
Awake this child
From her dream.’
‘Who are you? Who are you?’ Bea cried out.
There were tears on her cheeks.
The woman hesitated for a moment then began to fade.
Bea woke in the darkness of her bedroom.
She was shivering uncontrollably.
Through the curtains she could see clouds slowly clearing to reveal a full moon. Stars were beginning to appear and the bright moonlight cast shadows on the ground below. As Bea laid her head back on the pillow a shadow moved silently away from the house.

Thursday fragments 8: Christmas

When Christmas Eve came I could hardly get to sleep. Mum sent me to bed early but I just lay there trying to hear the sound of Santa’s sleigh on the roof. Every now and then I would sneak out to the lounge room to see if Santa had been yet. ‘Molly! Get back in bed!’ Mum would yell at me.

But being in bed didn’t help. I felt like running around or jumping up and down before I burst. How could anyone sleep when they knew Santa was meant to be coming? After a while, I thought it sounded quieter in the lounge room so I tried to sneak out again, but as soon as my feet touched the floor, Mum was in the doorway. ‘Molly, are you still awake? You need to go to sleep, sweetheart.’

‘I can’t sleep, Mum. I’ve tried really hard, but I just can’t.’

‘All right then, why don’t you come out and lay on the lounge for a bit,’ said Mum.

I hopped out of bed with my pillow and snuggled up on the lounge next to Mum, listening to the television. I don’t know what was on. It was just some boring grownups movie with a man in a grey coat walking in the rain. Every now and then he would start singing something about silver bells.

The next thing I knew I was lying in bed and could see the first rays of morning sun light coming through the window. I lay there for a moment just staring out the window, trying to remember something important, when suddenly I realised what it was and I looked at the end of my bed to see a pillow case full of presents. I jumped up and quickly opened my Santa sack to find out what was inside. First there was a book; I love books but I put it aside to look at later. I reached in again and pulled out a doll in a pretty dress. I bent her legs at the waist and sat her down next to the book. Next was something large and soft, and as I pulled out a princess dress I squealed in delight. ‘Santa did make me a princess!’ I yelled excitedly. The last thing in the sack was a princess crown which I quickly put on my head and bounced up and down on the bed with delight.

I jumped out of bed to see if anyone else was awake yet, but the house was still and quiet so I went back to my bedroom to sit on my bed and look at the book, pretending to read a story to my new doll. ‘Once there was a princess,’ I said, ‘She was the prettiest girl in the whole kingdom with beautiful eyes, but a nasty witch had locked her in a tower.’

Eventually everyone else woke up and the house was soon filled with Christmas carols and the smell of bacon and eggs cooking on the barbecue. I went and sat in the lounge room and looked at the mountain of presents under the Christmas tree, trying to guess which ones were mine and what special surprises were waiting for me inside the colourful wrapping paper that rustled excitingly when I touched it.

While everyone else was having breakfast in the kitchen, I played with my new doll under the Christmas tree. There was a scent of pine needles in the air and when I touched the tree the needles were spiky and a little bit sticky. It made my fingers smell. I showed my doll the sparkly tinsel and pretty fairies and other decorations on the tree while the stereo sang about having a white Christmas.

I lay down on the floor and closed my eyes as I wondered what a white Christmas would look like. There would be a castle covered in snow, high on a mountaintop. I am a tiny thing wearing my princess dress and standing at the bottom of the biggest Christmas tree in the world. My curly red hair is poking out from under my princess tiara as the lights on the Christmas tree sparkle in my eyes and make the decorations shimmer. There are angels and fairies playing amongst the green, red and golden tinsel, laughing and squealing like young children and I want to climb up there so that I can play with them. There are so many presents under the tree that they block my view and I start to climb on top so I can see further and reach the fairy children. I held my new doll tightly in my arms. ‘Molly,’ she called to me. ‘Molly, wake up. It’s time for Christmas.’

Only sixteen once

Flower soft the rose,
under blue her beauty,
full of life she sings
with words of light,
colour sweet love;
her silken gown strays
in the summer breeze,
a lazy afternoon dream
because you are only
sixteen once.

Midnight

How long midnight
bells toll in silence,
vivid ghost stories
spring to mind
as eager as a schoolgirl
is to run with her imagination;
such hours melt soft hearts,
time enough to read at peace.

A year for undreamed dreams

Normally I would spend the last few days of the year looking back at the things that had shaped the year, but 2016 was such a stressful year that I only want to dwell on it for a moment before looking toward 2017 – my year for undreamed dreams.

2016 started with nothing more than hope that it would be better than the previous year. But I needed more than hope to get through the tough, stressful, depression and abuse filled year and I just wasn’t ready for what 2016 threw at me.

So for 2017 my dream is that it is a year of calm – inner peace, outward calm. That will be my guiding light so I don’t move too far out of balance. However, my horoscope promises a year of excitement and electric influence and suggests I will tap into my reserves of energy to do some wondrous things with my life. I know from experience that I have to use that energy wisely when I’m among the stars.

In a month I will start the second year of my creative writing degree and I am looking forward to getting back into study. I need to finish my novel By Light of the Third Moon and by the end of the year have made a start on my young adult dystopian novel Caldera. I want to keep posting on my blog every day and write more poetry and spend more time playing my guitar. I haven’t written a song in ages and it’s time I did that again. There is also a pile of books on my bedroom floor that are crying out to be read as well as novels I have to read for uni.

Before my heart starts racing at all the things I want to do this year my horoscope reminds me that being methodical is the key to success. Don’t rush and take on more than I can handle and do it all with a loving heart. Oh, and watch out for bullies! I need to be more careful who I get involved with because I won’t stand for any more abusive partners!

So my undreamed dream is not a thing, place, person or activity. It is about me remaining calm – inner peace, outward calm. Yes, and that loving heart!

Happy New Year to you all

Love

Molly

xx

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑