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DreamworldDreamworld Andrea was awakened by the screaming of her alarm, slowly her eyes came open as she looked around the room and pushed herself up to sit in bed giving a quick glance to the clock. She was running late again. This was not always a problem, but since she started having the dreams a few days ago it seems she was always running late. She tossed back the covers and jumped out of bed and began to scramble to get some clothes together and dress in a hurry. Once she got herself somewhat together she grabbed her book bag from the chair at the computer desk and slung it over her shoulders then hurried down the stairs. Her mother would kill her if she missed the bus. “You are late again” She heard he mother’s familiar voice which was mixed with something between contempt for Andrea’s new irresponsibility, and concern for what might be the cause. They did not have a bad relationship but they never really talked. “Yeah I noticed” Andrea shot back sarcastically as she was passing through the kitchen, having no time to grab anything to eat she banged out the door and would start to run for the bus stop, silently praying all the way, “Please still be there” She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the buss still parked at the stop, and she jogged on trying to catch her breath as she walked to the first available seat and slid over close to the window. She stared out the glass as the bus lurched forward, watching the familiar scenes pass by. Her mind was a million miles away. In class she found it impossible to concentrate which she knew was a bad thing. If her grades started to drop, she would really be in for it. She found herself drawing scenes from her dream in her notebook. Several times she tried to force herself to focus on what the teacher was saying, but she could not. She welcomed the sound of the bell when it came at last to set her free. It was time for lunch. Maybe she could clear her head and get herself together for her next classes. “Hey Andy” She heard one of her friends say as she walked up to their usual table. There were five of them counting herself. Rachel, Amanda, Kurt, and Sam. Three of them were already sitting at the table. Amanda, Kurt, and Rachel, Sam was not there yet, but he would be soon. “Hey Mandy,” it was there nick name for Amanda, she sat down in her seat across from Rachel and next to Kurt. “Are you alright,” Kurt asked as he leaned over in his seat to get a better look at her. “You don’t look so good” Though these were her best friends, for some reason she restrained from telling them about the dreams, she did not know why. She told herself it was because they would just laugh, but a part of her knew that was not the real reason. “Yeah, I am fine, just a lot on my mind right now I guess.” She gave her best reassuring smile; she did not think they were convinced. “Now that he mentions it, you have seemed different lately. Almost far away or something, are you sure everything is alright?” Rachel piped in. “I guess school has just been getting to me, I will just be glad for the weekend.” She gave a casual shrug. She could tell they did not fully believe her, but perhaps it was something in her look that made them recant from questioning her further. “Here you go” Sam said as he arrived and slid the tray of food in front of Andrea. She looked up to him and smiled. “Thank you” Since she started running late she did not have time to fix lunch before leaving the house nor did she think to grab money on her way out the door, Sam had gotten in the habit of getting food for her now, she tried to pay him back a few times but he always refused. “Hey that is what I am here for.” He said and moved to drop down in the chair next to Kurt. The time spent with her friends helped ground her a bit more, and the rest of her classes went well, but she was glad when it was time at last to go home. The house was empty. Her mother was still at work. She tossed her book bag on the floor against the wall in the living room; she could take it back up later. She walked over to the stereo and put on some music then flopped down on the couch lying stretched out on her back. Glad for a moment of peace she closed her eyes. It was not long before she would find herself drifting off to sleep. When her eyes came open slowly she would find herself in the same place she always ended up. She looked around, and saw only the fields of green grass and vibrant wildflowers, the sky was a perfect blue, with clouds that looked as if they were painted. She stood upon the top of a hill beside a fountain that sat in the middle of nowhere, yet still somehow had water. It still amazed her. This time something would be different. She saw a butterfly of indigo blue flutter from the flowers. She could not help but smile as she watched it and when it drew near she would hold up one hand slowly to try and touch it but it flitted just out of reach. She laughed softly and took a step forward, and again it moved away this time farther down the hill and there hovered as if waiting. It wants me to follow, Andrea thought and she began to head down the hill after it, it always stayed just in front of her, it seemed to know where it was going. Through the field she chased it as if she were a girl once more when after a while, she did not know how long, she would come to a sudden stop, the butterfly was gone and she gasped at the sight which rose before her. Surely it could not have been here a moment ago? How could she have missed it? But there it was now, a house, a rather odd looking house, but a house nonetheless. She noticed the house was built crooked and asymmetrical. There were tilted triangles which stuck out of the left side where windows could be seen along the sides of them, some of the windows appeared to be facing down to the ground. Upon the right side there was a domed tower made of brick. The house had all sorts of strange angles and shapes jetting here and there, and windows in unusual places. The door looked upside down, the handle was quite low, and there was a peep hole that would look to her feet. “Who would live here?” She began to walk to the curious house. There were five steps that lead up to the unusual door, they were not even but staggered. She placed her foot on the first step and began to walk up, they creaked under foot when she came to the last she was about to lean down to take the knob when the door swung open. She gave a startled gasp and stepped back and almost tumbled down the steps but caught herself in time when a small voice piped in. “Oh there you are, we have been waiting for you.” At first as she looked through the door she could see nothing but the inside of the house. Where could the voice have come from? “Hello?” she said tentively when the voice came again. “Oh pardon me, down here girl.” Andrea looked down and to her surprise she saw a tiny squat woman, with graying hair and a white apron tied around her plump waist. She had quite a large nose, her ears were somewhat pointed and the flesh on her cheeks was loose and reminded Andrea of jowls. That would explain the upside down door she thought, but, wouldn’t a tiny person live in a tiny house? The strange woman turned and began to walk further into the house, motioning with one hand for Andrea to follow. She noticed that the woman had rather broad large feet which were unshod. “Come on dear, I have some tea ready, Rufus will be down shortly.” Andrea stepped into the house pulling the door closed behind her and followed the woman further into the house. Rufus? Who in the world was Rufus? Why did this woman seem to know her? Andrea was lead to a strange looking wooden table which did not have any particular shape, it was not round, or square, or even triangle. She sat down in a three legged chair and marveled as the tiny woman hopped up on the opposite chair grabbed a kettle bigger then her and poured without difficulty a cup of tea then smiled and jumped down again. She would not be drinking her tea long, when she heard a repeated thunk…thunk…thunk. She looked up to a stair case she would have feared to step on, to see what must have been Rufus. Coming down the stairs was a raccoon walking on two legs and wearing a pair of reading glasses, within one of his paws he held the end of a cane which thudded on the steps as he came down. “There you are dear” He said as he climbed up into the chair the tiny woman had used for a stepping stool a moment ago, and came to settle down sitting as a man would. Again there was the strange familiarity she thought “Do I know you?” She could not help at last to ask. This made Rufus grin showing his sharp teeth as he exchanged a knowing glance with the tiny woman who stayed near by. “Yes and no. I am Rothford Fenlay, but friends and family call me Rufus, and this is Eliza Fenlay.” Andrea nearly spit out the tea that was currently in her mouth but forced herself to swallow as she looked between the two. “But that cannot be…Grandpa? Grandma? But how?” She had never met her grandparents at least not at an age she could remember, but her mother had told her about them, and she had seen pictures, but of course then they never looked like this. “Don’t be alarmed dear” The tiny woman said and smiled broadly. “Never mind the details, there is something we wanted to give you, but never had the chance to.” Rufus began to dig within his fur as one would look in their pockets before he gave a satisfied ahh and pulled out a small intricately carved wooden music box and handed it over to her. “There we go” Andrea reached out to take the music box in and looked it over carefully when she noticed it had a small latch and she would carefully open it and peer inside to see within a beautiful ring she looked back up to them speechless as they both beamed at her and nodded their heads. “It is beautiful” She did not know what else to say. She was stunned as she slowly closed the music box. “Now off you go.” She gaped at Rufus hearing his words. “But I just got here…..will I be able to come back and visit you again?” They smiled knowingly as the tiny woman spoke. “Someday perhaps, someday.” Before anything else could be said everything began to fade away and slowly Andrea was opening her eyes to find herself lying upon the couch where she had fallen asleep. The music was still playing, but something was different. She sat up stunned when her eyes fell upon a small wooden music box sitting on the coffee table just in front of her. “So it had been real? Impossible” 9:10 PM - 7/12/2006 - post comment
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