He had walked though a glass door into a building. We waved on the other side, but it was crowded. We thought that he took a person's hand, so we turned and walked on our way. I don't know what we went to do, but we were exploring things in the late afternoon sun.
I remember that the sun glinted on the brass fixtures on the door.
Later, something kept nagging at me, so I called the place we'd left him. I asked if they could check on him, and they came back to the line.
"There's no one that looks like that here."
I don't understand. A little boy with reddish-gold hair and glasses, in a bright shirt.
"Oh, dear. There was a little guy like that, but he turned around and walked out. We thought he had mistakenly wandered in. He left hours ago."
The panic wells up inside of me, and the sun is beginning to kiss the horizon. I picture my sweet boy, in his orange doggy shirt, wandering down the road, seeing everything. I call his name over and over again, but I know that the chances of him answering are 50/50. And the absolute terror begins to swallow me up.
***
I claw through the water of my sleep, and sit up, gasping for air. Steve's alarm is going off, and it takes a few minutes to realize it was just a dream. But sleep never returns. And in the back of my mind lies our worst fear.
Losing him.
3 comments:
I am a dreamer too. Sometimes I feel like my dreams (or nightmares) are special reminders of what I have...and they help me keep my priorities straight. Really enjoy your writing Molly. Say Hi to Steve for me please!
My worst fear too sweetie. So sorry you had that horrible nightmare. :/
I had a nightmare last night too. Mine was definitely not as heart stopping.
Just that I had to put my dog to sleep after she did something at a weird vet's office. Oh, & the vet was going to charge me $20,000 to cremate her. He felt justified since he wasn't going to sue me. I thought it was real & had to make sure my dog was alive.
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