It was the weirdest recurring dreams that caused the young girl to awake, her heart beating in a frenzy as she latched onto her small dog. The dreams were always different, never had she dreamed the same one, but always has she remembered them. They were always of her as a child being accompanied by a charming boy of about the same age. Whether talking, or playing, or even just sitting in the dead silence, she knew that whoever the little boy was, he seemed to always be right besides her. She never failed to remember the curiosity she felt in one of her dreams. Her mother had called her in to eat dinner, which was followed up by a pout, the girl pleading to have just a little more time with her friend. That's when her mother gave a strained, distinct look. “Honey, you've been playing out here by yourself all this time.” Was the worried response in which her mother always seemed to reply with.
What are your thoughts on who the little boy could be? What are your thoughts just on what's happening?
What are your thoughts on who the little boy could be? What are your thoughts just on what's happening?