A Bit of Dream

Watch only if you have a pretty handkerchief close by.

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Once when we were dreaming the boy who could fly and I found ourselves in a disagreement. 'You shan't!' he cried, furiously pacing back and forth. His green eyes were sprawling balls of fire. I merely shivered, the cold of the island finding its way deep into my bones like it never had dared before.

'Why, can you just tell me that? You told me you'd stay forever! But look what's become of you. Just look."

He hesitated, but went on.

"She never would have let this happen."

I got up, too hurt for words. It wasn't my fault I had grown two inches taller than him. I hadn't a clue why my skin was fading, why I couldn't fly, or why my hair had become as light as Tinkerbell's. It wasn't my fault. There was no need to bring her up.

"Do you even believe anymore?" he asked quietly, avoiding my eyes. That did it.

"This is just a dream," I said coldly, turning away. His fire-eyes widened in horror before disappearing all together.

Blackness.