Never dismiss a dream - matthew harris (online e book reading TXT) 📗

“I brought the coffee cup to my lips, the coolness from the cup losing the battle over the warmth of the coffee as it warmed my hands, I had gotten into the coffee shop just in time, I glanced outside, rain poured from the heavens above and countless pedestrians outside getting soaked through was the sight that my eyes encountered.
“Why am I here” I muttered to myself, my brain whirling, not managing to make a solid grasp on reality. The world seemed to lurch. My stomach took a drop into what seemed hell as the door of the coffee shop opened. A new sight, my nostrils flared and the smell of perfume floated into my nostrils. New smells and sights, things I hadn’t seen for so long, returning to the normality of everyday human life would be hard.
She was walking over to me, my heart beating faster with every passing second. I passed the back of my hand over my forehead, wiping the small layer of sweat from my brow and realised that my hand was shaking. The way she walked, the way she swayed her hips, and that smile, that beautiful smile, she was like an angel. She caught my eyes, our eyes locked, they say eyes are portals to the soul and it felt as if she was looking into mine, staring right through me, it felt like she knew everything I had done, everything I had become.
“Is this seat taken?” she asked, her light blue eyes shining and her luscious auburn hair daintily skipping along her shoulders.
“w...w...well, n...n...no” I managed to stutter out, and she smiled again, it sent a rush straight to my head, making me feel light headed and dizzy. She sat, making even that simple task look graceful.
“I’m Stephanie” she announced, reaching her hand across the table, obviously to shake my hand swallowed hard, tiring to keep calm, trying so desperately not to freak out, because this could be good, my life had been like some sort of emotional rollercoaster, and this could be good, something could be about t go right.
“William” I said, somehow managing to keep calm, somehow not even stuttering, my hand touched hers, it sent electric shivers through my body and I knew she was the one I linked my hand with hers and our eyes locked again, it was as if we were connected. This was crazy, me, have something go good that was unheard of. That why it wasn’t a shock when the man ran through the door to the coffee shop with a 12 gauge shot gun in his hands, that why it wasn’t a shock when he pumped to rounds into her back. The blood spread as fast as the bullets had hit, leaking over the table and floor, she clutched at my hand, her mouth formed and o of surprise and face contorted in pain. That sparkle from her eyes dissipated and her grasp on my hand loosened, she fell forward, her head impacted the table with a sickening crack.
“no” I gasped, it was all I could say, I mean have you ever lode someone so much that when your with them you can barely breath, I was having that for the past three minutes, but nothing ever goes right, not for me, that not why I was surprised that the bullets of the twelve gauge impacted my stomach when I stood. What surprised me was the fact I didn’t go down, what surprised me was that when the blood leaked from my body I didn’t falter, that even though pain wracked my being I carried on, that even when the lining of my stomach split and my guts and intestines began to spill out in gory mess I had managed to grab the gun. That I pulled it off him and to the horror and screams of everyone in the coffee shop, I pulled the trigger and the murders’ head evaporated in a spray of blood, bones and brain matter. As the red mist fell so did I .that was when I died, that was how it happened, that one day in the coffee shop destroyed everything. And then I woke up.” Spoke William, a twelve year old boy, who had loved and lost but never loved at all. Who had seen the future but didn’t know it to the parents that knew of his abilities just dismissed it as a
“Don’t worry son, it was just a nightmare” and sent him back off into the swirling maelstrom of visions that was his sleeping mind.

Nothing is what it seems, never dismiss a dream

Publication Date: 11-06-2011

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