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I usually sleep in fits, short bursts with no rem. But last night was different; I dreamt I was the moon's fairy, come to earth upon a shooting star slashing its way through purple midnight. I tiptoed upon woven linen sheets, my eyes twinkling like celestial skies. You briefly awakened, thought me a firefly, returned to slumber. I gathered you up, rode a moonbeam back, safely placed you within the protective curve of the slivered orb.
Our "sky house". The one of countless stories dreamt up, of Crayola images forever sweet, created as we gazed through curtains floating upon a mountain's summer breeze.
Why can't dreams last forever, why must I wake to hear your breathing labored, your cheeks pale, smile fading? I gather you in my arms, like in the dream, Begin to pray. To God... with an aside to the Moon Fairy.
by Margaret Bednar, July 22, 2019
This is linked with "dVerse Prosery #2". A short story in no more than 144 words. I used all 144 words. The line we must use is from Alice Oswald's "Full Moon" poem HERE. The line is "I dreamt I was the moon".
6 comments:
It is a constant vigil and an ongoing prayer of protection for those we love. We are frail human’s, but our resolve can be mighty! I really liked this Margaret!
Oh how beautiful is this story! I loved its sweet tenderness.
A magical moon story, Margaret!
That started so sweetly, and then became so sad. A great transition between emotions, very well done.
Yes, very sad, but also vivid.
The overwhelming love and regard you have for the young child permeates your story. Very affirming to read of your care.
Jade Li @http://tao-talk.com
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