DreamsDarla sighed and gazed at the emerald-green and turqoise sea. From where she stood on the cliff, the wind was strong. The waves washed gently up onto the sandy shore. Clouds drifted lazily across the sky. A dolphin jumped out of the water far off in the distance.
I wish this were real and not a dream, Darla thought in disappointment. Her wavy chestnut hair danced around her head, and her white dress flapped in the ocean breeze. She pulled her shawl closer to her body. Her amber eyes stared across the ocean. Then she looked down.
"I wonder what lies beneath the surface," she mused. Suddenly, something flashed in the water. She saw sapphire eyes and hair of blue.
Darla opened her eyes. She was in her bedroom, lying snuggly under her flowered quilt. Her window let cheerful rays of sunlight shine through the glass.
Outside, the meadow grasses rippled in the wind like the ocean in Darla's dream. Horses grazed peacefully under the big, blue sky.
What was that about? she wondered. For years now, she'd been having that same dream over and over again. Every time she opened her eyes to see the same ocean, she felt herself shiver at the sight of the now familiar seashore. Never did she tell her parents. Something was not right, but she couldn't figure it out. Of course it's not right! she thought.
Every time she dreamed, she always saw those sapphire eyes staring at her from the water below. She promised herself that it all was nonsense, that her mind was escaping her control. But she knew it wasn't true-somehow.
It was Friday. School was out, due to bad weather. The house was warm, but icy claws gripped Darla. There was nothing she could do, but sleep and have the dreams again.
Darla stretched and got out of bed. Surprisingly, it was late in the morning; usually she was an early bird.
It was late winter. As soon as Darla's bare feet touched the floor, she felt shills seep through her body. Her parents had nagged her to wear socks, but she kept forgetting.
At night, she usually studied about the human mind, and how people even had dreams, hoping it would help her learn about why she always had the dream.
They had started when she was thirteen. At first, Darla had thought it was just her wild imagination giving her what she wanted; a tropical home near the ocean with palm trees and lush, green grass everywhere. But by now, she was so tired of seeing the same place over and over again.
As Darla walked sluggishly downstairs, she wondered how many people had the same dreams repeatedly.
Not many, she thought grudgingly.
When she got to the kitchen, she saw a note on the counter.
I went out to go to the store.
If we're going to be cooped up because of the storm all week, I want to be prepared.
There's cereal in the pantry ad oatmeal that you'll have to make.
I'll see you soon, due to when you wake up.
See you, lazybones.
Darla dragged herself to the family room. She felt exhausted, despite her long sleep. As she nodded off on the couch, she wondered if she'd have the same dream again.