The Bad Dream (G) - Challenge #135
Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 5:03 pm
For the 250 word conversation challenge. As usual, I don't own Moonlight or any of its characters.
The Bad Dream
“Momma! Momma!”
“Shh, I’m here, sweetheart. It’s okay. You were having a bad dream, that’s all. It’s over now.”
“It was awful! I dreamed about the scary lady again. The one that took me. There was all this growling and fighting and a fire and…”
“There, there, honey. Here’s a tissue. Remember when Mr. St. John told us the scary lady can’t hurt anyone again? You don’t have to worry about her anymore. Let’s try to think about something nice so you’ll have a good dream. Now slide back down under the covers.”
“Mr. St. John was nice, Momma.”
“Yes he was. Very nice.”
“He fought with the scary lady, but when it was over, somehow I wasn’t afraid of him. He took me home.”
“Yes he did, and I’m so grateful to him. He was an angel sent from heaven to save you and bring you back to me. Oh dear, now I need a tissue.”
“Is he my angel, Momma?”
“Yes Beth, I think he is.”
“Will he always be my angel? What if someone else tries to take me away from you? Will he save me again?”
“Now, now, let’s not worry about that happening. We need happy thoughts!”
“But what if somebody does? Will he be my angel then?”
“I hope so, sweetie. I certainly hope so. I know, let’s pretend that he is your guardian angel, always there to watch over you.”
“That would make me happy. My very own angel. My own… guardian… angel…”
The Bad Dream
“Momma! Momma!”
“Shh, I’m here, sweetheart. It’s okay. You were having a bad dream, that’s all. It’s over now.”
“It was awful! I dreamed about the scary lady again. The one that took me. There was all this growling and fighting and a fire and…”
“There, there, honey. Here’s a tissue. Remember when Mr. St. John told us the scary lady can’t hurt anyone again? You don’t have to worry about her anymore. Let’s try to think about something nice so you’ll have a good dream. Now slide back down under the covers.”
“Mr. St. John was nice, Momma.”
“Yes he was. Very nice.”
“He fought with the scary lady, but when it was over, somehow I wasn’t afraid of him. He took me home.”
“Yes he did, and I’m so grateful to him. He was an angel sent from heaven to save you and bring you back to me. Oh dear, now I need a tissue.”
“Is he my angel, Momma?”
“Yes Beth, I think he is.”
“Will he always be my angel? What if someone else tries to take me away from you? Will he save me again?”
“Now, now, let’s not worry about that happening. We need happy thoughts!”
“But what if somebody does? Will he be my angel then?”
“I hope so, sweetie. I certainly hope so. I know, let’s pretend that he is your guardian angel, always there to watch over you.”
“That would make me happy. My very own angel. My own… guardian… angel…”