There is an endless quality and quantity of dreams. Dreams that plague and haunt our minds when we sleep. Dreams that break us by returning to us that which we have lost. Good dreams could cut like no other. They give to us our hopes only to make us suffer the loss yet again.
Most nightmares you can wake and tell yourself that ?it was just a dream? and take comfort. With this particular brand of dream it is that very realization that shatters your heart. It was a dream, now wake to the truth. The truth will get you every time.
Rose?s mind had to be occupied or it wandered. Now, more than ever, she wished she could shut it out. The thoughts, the feelings, the memories? Parts of her soul she had cut off pulled on her heart strings no matter what she did. They had their greatest opportunity to sink their hooks in while she slept.
Tonight it seemed was a good dream. That type of dream that could destroy you, because when you woke you had to face the reality that it was a dream? The lie was so sweet and the truth so terrible - perhaps it would have been better never to wake at all.
The smile that graced the sleeping angel?s features was one of bliss. In her mind she was in another time, another place. It had been in this world but was not of this world ? how it came to be is another story altogether.
The warm beaches, the smell of the sea filling the air with its cool, wet perfume. But there was far more to this island than the beaches the angel spent so much time at. It was a true place of beauty ? dark and light ? and mystery. She had not even known its secrets yet. She had thought there would be more time?
She should have had more time. An eternity with her family in what had become the only home Rose had ever known. A place where they would be safe... From that brief period of time when she held her son, still a baby ?safe? in her arms. He should have been safe there? The inevitable realization would overshadow this heaven her mind had conjured ? it was not so. She had not protected him.
She stirred. Her son was a man now. A man she still didn?t know. Not even what his fate was - whether he was even alive!
No, her mind would beg with increasing desperation. No ? No ? No ? NO! Her mind chased the dream that had already slipped away but was still so close. Just over there, beyond the veil.
She tossed to the side, clenching her eyes shut against tears that came despite her fierce denial. All she wanted was to go back. She would do anything just to go back to the world that had seemed so real only a second passed.
But it was too late. She was already awake. Another dream destroyed by the unfeeling light of day. The cruel illumination of truth glaring in the forefront of her mind, painfully impossible to ignore, like an image that she could not tear her eyes from. It was all that she could see.
It had been just a dream. It was all gone, they were gone? He was gone.
A cry of infinite pain and anguish tore its way through the angel, a terrible sound that came out both corporeal and mental, ripping its way through the offices of the Bonny Corporation and leaving haunting echoes lingering in the hallways accompanied with it was the image of the most beautiful baby boy. One with familiar striking green eyes.
Most nightmares you can wake and tell yourself that ?it was just a dream? and take comfort. With this particular brand of dream it is that very realization that shatters your heart. It was a dream, now wake to the truth. The truth will get you every time.
Rose?s mind had to be occupied or it wandered. Now, more than ever, she wished she could shut it out. The thoughts, the feelings, the memories? Parts of her soul she had cut off pulled on her heart strings no matter what she did. They had their greatest opportunity to sink their hooks in while she slept.
Tonight it seemed was a good dream. That type of dream that could destroy you, because when you woke you had to face the reality that it was a dream? The lie was so sweet and the truth so terrible - perhaps it would have been better never to wake at all.
The smile that graced the sleeping angel?s features was one of bliss. In her mind she was in another time, another place. It had been in this world but was not of this world ? how it came to be is another story altogether.
The warm beaches, the smell of the sea filling the air with its cool, wet perfume. But there was far more to this island than the beaches the angel spent so much time at. It was a true place of beauty ? dark and light ? and mystery. She had not even known its secrets yet. She had thought there would be more time?
She should have had more time. An eternity with her family in what had become the only home Rose had ever known. A place where they would be safe... From that brief period of time when she held her son, still a baby ?safe? in her arms. He should have been safe there? The inevitable realization would overshadow this heaven her mind had conjured ? it was not so. She had not protected him.
She stirred. Her son was a man now. A man she still didn?t know. Not even what his fate was - whether he was even alive!
No, her mind would beg with increasing desperation. No ? No ? No ? NO! Her mind chased the dream that had already slipped away but was still so close. Just over there, beyond the veil.
She tossed to the side, clenching her eyes shut against tears that came despite her fierce denial. All she wanted was to go back. She would do anything just to go back to the world that had seemed so real only a second passed.
But it was too late. She was already awake. Another dream destroyed by the unfeeling light of day. The cruel illumination of truth glaring in the forefront of her mind, painfully impossible to ignore, like an image that she could not tear her eyes from. It was all that she could see.
It had been just a dream. It was all gone, they were gone? He was gone.
A cry of infinite pain and anguish tore its way through the angel, a terrible sound that came out both corporeal and mental, ripping its way through the offices of the Bonny Corporation and leaving haunting echoes lingering in the hallways accompanied with it was the image of the most beautiful baby boy. One with familiar striking green eyes.