I've had this idea for a while. It was one of my earlier stories from back when I was first starting out. My dad and I worked through it for a while and I fond it the other day floating around in my computer so I decided t share it. Enjoy.
It was a dream. I was sure of it. But the again I wasn't so sure. I was running. No. I was gliding, silently through the trees on four strong white legs from someone or something. It was one of those dreams where you're running for your life. But your feet cant take you fast enough. Then the forest opened up. I found myself running through a clearing. I spun myself around to face what was coming. My body turning gracefully in the night. A snarl ripped from my throat to warn my pursuer of the danger he was getting himself into. The cold wind wiped at my body making the hairs on my neck stand as I tensed for the spring.
I sat up, eyes wide open staring into the darkness of my room, panting as if I had just run a marathon. My heart pounding loudly against my chest. It was just a dream, I thought to myself, Just a stupid dream. Wasn't it? It was so vivid. I fell back on my pillow still breathing heavily. I wiped away the bangs that stuck to my forehead, and slowly slid out of bed. Disoriented and incoherent I made my way to the bathroom. The feel of my bare feet on the cold tile, was comforting and familiar. I leaned against the rim of the porcelain sink and opened the tap letting the cold water rush out loudly breaking the echoing silence of my confused thoughts. I cupped the water in my hands, feeling the cold rush up my arms in a chilling wave. I leaned over the sink as I washed away the anxiety left by the dream. The coolness lingered on my cheeks along with the droplets of water hanging on my lashes. I was finally in tune with my surroundings as I dried my face. It had only been a dream, just a dream, dark frightening because it felt so real, terrifyingly real. Flashes of the dream found their way back in my head but I chased them out with more water. I dried my face and looked up at the mirror. My red hair was wildly cascaded around my face and my hazel eyes were still wild and frantic.
I took several deep, slow breaths and reached for the brush resting on the edge of the sink. I started brushing my way through the tangled chaos that was my hair. The pull of the brush through my hair felt good it calmed me, brushing away the remnants of the dream. When the brush was sliding smoothly through my hair, I left the bathroom and walked to my nightstand and turned on the lamp.
I looked at the clock, the small red numbers shined through the orange glow of the lamp. I sighed and threw myself on the bed. It was one in the morning. I groaned into my pillow and felt around the nightstand for my ipod. When my fingers closed around the small devise I pulled it towards me, plugged the headphones in my ears and played my music. It was useless to try to fall back asleep so I pulled myself back off my bed and walked to the desk on the far side of the room. My backpack was hung on the back of the chair, I opened it and pulled out my unfinished homework from last night. This was going to be a long day.
It was a dream. I was sure of it. But the again I wasn't so sure. I was running. No. I was gliding, silently through the trees on four strong white legs from someone or something. It was one of those dreams where you're running for your life. But your feet cant take you fast enough. Then the forest opened up. I found myself running through a clearing. I spun myself around to face what was coming. My body turning gracefully in the night. A snarl ripped from my throat to warn my pursuer of the danger he was getting himself into. The cold wind wiped at my body making the hairs on my neck stand as I tensed for the spring.
I sat up, eyes wide open staring into the darkness of my room, panting as if I had just run a marathon. My heart pounding loudly against my chest. It was just a dream, I thought to myself, Just a stupid dream. Wasn't it? It was so vivid. I fell back on my pillow still breathing heavily. I wiped away the bangs that stuck to my forehead, and slowly slid out of bed. Disoriented and incoherent I made my way to the bathroom. The feel of my bare feet on the cold tile, was comforting and familiar. I leaned against the rim of the porcelain sink and opened the tap letting the cold water rush out loudly breaking the echoing silence of my confused thoughts. I cupped the water in my hands, feeling the cold rush up my arms in a chilling wave. I leaned over the sink as I washed away the anxiety left by the dream. The coolness lingered on my cheeks along with the droplets of water hanging on my lashes. I was finally in tune with my surroundings as I dried my face. It had only been a dream, just a dream, dark frightening because it felt so real, terrifyingly real. Flashes of the dream found their way back in my head but I chased them out with more water. I dried my face and looked up at the mirror. My red hair was wildly cascaded around my face and my hazel eyes were still wild and frantic.
I took several deep, slow breaths and reached for the brush resting on the edge of the sink. I started brushing my way through the tangled chaos that was my hair. The pull of the brush through my hair felt good it calmed me, brushing away the remnants of the dream. When the brush was sliding smoothly through my hair, I left the bathroom and walked to my nightstand and turned on the lamp.
I looked at the clock, the small red numbers shined through the orange glow of the lamp. I sighed and threw myself on the bed. It was one in the morning. I groaned into my pillow and felt around the nightstand for my ipod. When my fingers closed around the small devise I pulled it towards me, plugged the headphones in my ears and played my music. It was useless to try to fall back asleep so I pulled myself back off my bed and walked to the desk on the far side of the room. My backpack was hung on the back of the chair, I opened it and pulled out my unfinished homework from last night. This was going to be a long day.
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