Posted on: 2012-11-13 by Silverfin

The air was frigid with cold on the dark January day. Seattle is far enough north that the winter and summer day lengths are disproportionate. Usually during this time of year dusk will be at four o'clock. The result is darkness, and rain, and even depression. The dark days seemed to mess with my head, make my sleeping patterns go crazy. Oddly enough I was going to sleep in the very early hours of the morning, and waking up past noon whenever I could. Tonight was no different as I went to sleep at almost 3 in the morning. Like any night I missed her to no end. I would likely never see her again, yet i clung to the very thought of her. Like most nights I fell asleep crying into my pillow, curled in my blankets as the rain drizzled down just outside. I was in a dark haze, not sure if i was asleep or awake. Suddenly I was awoken with a feeling of dread; my very insides were churning, my pulse quickened and adrenalin kicked in. I felt a sudden agony in my head; it felt as if my head was on fire. I twisted in my blankets and felt my stomach drop, the feeling you get when you’re on a roller-coaster on that first drop. A bright light filled my eyes becoming stronger every second, I felt my bed drop from beneath me and suddenly I was floating in nothing, light surrounding me. I was on the dry grass beside a busy road, my eyes adjusted then I saw her, waiting to cross the street just 5 yards before me. I was behind her she did not see me, nor did anyone of the cars rushing past. Somehow I was in Arizona. I began to pick myself up from the grass watching her as she started to cross the street. When something else caught my eye, it was a large truck, speeding through the previous intersection. I saw it, she did not. I shouted her name, attempting to warn her. I sprinted towards her just as she turned around to see the truck hurtling towards her. I jumped, pushing her out of the way and we both hit the ground hard. The trucks tire caught my leg and suddenly it was on fire. I looked again at her calling her name again as my head gave out. Yet I quickly came out again and I was on the side of the road. She held my head as I looked up at her amazing brown eyes, she was so fucking beautiful. I cried a bit, heard a siren and passed out again. I could tell my leg was in a bad shape as I woke on my hospital bed. I looked and saw she was beside my bed, sitting beside me on a chair gently sleeping while holding my hand. I lay there for an hour until she woke, we acknowledged each other silently then I leaned over and hugged her. My held felt numb and my sight went dark again, followed by pure light. I was in my own bed again, back in Washington listening to the sound of the rain fall endlessly outside.