Dream Story

I am not sure what this may turn out to be, but I dreamed this story and thought I should put it down somewhere so here goes:


She rested her head against his chest. Her fingers trailing lightly through the black mat of hair. Here she felt secure, safe and loved. She snuggled against his side.

Lakelyn sat upright in the bed as a bolt of lightning shot across the dark night sky. A thunderous clap of thunder shook through the stillness. Her hand reached across to the bed beside her to encounter nothing but the coolness of the sheets. She realized she had been dreaming again. Who was this man who invaded her dreams? Always the same dream, she had been having this same dream for several months now, since the passing of her father a fortnight ago. She looked around her with the realization of where she was coming back to her as she became more awake. She was in her father's once grand manor house. It now threatened to fall down around her in disrepair. Only she and a handful of her father's ever faithful servants were left now. They too would probably leave her, her father had gambled away everything after the riding accident that claimed her mother only last year. Then her father had drank himself into oblivion and ignored the estate and the lands. The property was overgrown with a tangle of brush and weeds. A few spring flowers were somehow managing to poke their heads through. Tomorrow I will work in the garden she thought, maybe that will get this dark stranger from my dreams. She lay her head against the soft down pillow as she began to try to return to her peaceful slumber. Thoughts filled her head, What will I do? The creditors are sure to begin showing at the door any day now to collect on father's debts. She thought of her father's hidden safe in the study below. Only a few pounds now remained. Just enough to feed herself and the servants for a little while longer. With no source of income for the estate, the creditors were sure to take her father's estate and sell it to the highest bidder to pay off the debts. Then not only would she be penniless but homeless also. Pressing the pillow to her face, she stifled the urge to sit up and scream out her frustrations till the walls came down. Then there would be nothing left to take, she thought. Seeing that the storm had passed and the sun was already beginning to peak on the horizon, She got out of bed and began to dress. I might as well get an early start on that garden, she thought. Maybe I could even begin a vegetable garden to help feed us.


And so far that is all I have. It may turn into nothing or I may try to continue the story. Sometimes my dreams are weird.