I find myself in a heavy pink dress; the sleeves are cut a little above my bony elbows but the white lace goes to mid forearm. It feels like there is more than one layer to the dress and when I look down I can find white lace that matches the lace at my arm going around the bottom. As I study the dress even further I find that its not just the light pink common in sunsets but also small white flowers sewed around the collar, down the middle, until the dress split to show a plain white fabric that went all the way down to the ground. My hair falls in surprisingly neat curls down my neck, some spreading across my back others making their way down my shoulders and a little past my chest.
As I study the buildings around me I realize where I am; Williamsburg, Virginia. Except there are no travelers; theres no one whos coming as a family down to the historic Williamsburg. Its probably at this point that I notice Im dreaming; Williamsburg is always full of tourists, and I had never found myself ever wanting to wear a pink dress. But I had a feeling this wasnt a bad dream. The sun is high and there are few clouds to block it but it isnt hot; in fact its surprisingly cool despite the contracting heavy cotton.
Megan, someone calls and I have a feeling I should be doing something. I turn to the voice and there stands one of my friends. Her long dark brown hair is pin straight, falling over her shoulders and sweeping to the front. Her dress is similar to mine, the only difference is color; instead of pink shes dressed in blue and small yellow flowers are sprinkled throughout the fabric instead of just in a few spots. Shes carrying a small woven basket thats filled to the brim with fresh flowers and a few vegetables.
It seems to be the first time I notice the similar basket in my hand; mine filled with herbs and fruits. I give her a smile and jog to where she is standing in front of an open door. We quickly go inside, not exchanging a single word in fear of being heard and sent to do more work. After placing the baskets on a rough wooden table we flee the house, trying not to laugh the whole way.
I hear my name called again as my friend and I start to slow down, our laughter causing our breathing to be labored. But this time its from a man; someone who is familiar but at the same time hes not. Oh, Megan, come look at the cute kittens. My friend calls from my right. Shes crouched over a large basket full of orange and white stripped kittens. Next to her stands that familiar yet unfamiliar man, his eyes locked on mine.
Gabriel, I breathe and then find myself flinging myself into his arms, giving him a hug as if I hadnt seen him for years. His strong pale arms wrap around my waist and he returns the hug. I pull back and study his face; my dreaming self knows exactly who this man is but my real self had only figured out his name. He had thick wavy blond hair, which was whiter than a natural blond. His eyes were so clearly blue that they matched the sky above us. But as my eyes traveled downward to the crisp white shirt the edges of my vision started to blur, until everything went dark.
I groaned and then turned over under the comfy confines of the thick blankets covering my bed. I pushed the blankets away from my head and sat up a little so I didnt have to strain my neck so much to look at the familiar guy sitting next to me.
I know what youre name is. I tell him, rubbing away the sleep from my eyes. Youre name is Gabriel. He smiles, pressing his lips against my forehead.
Good morning Megan. He says simply and then instead of seeing him I see my mother standing by my bed.














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Megan - that was really good - and pretty, I liked the details.
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Yay for boxes of kittens!!!
"Easy there now Gabriel!"
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Sounds...interesting.
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"...umm, is this thing on? Testing...testing one two..."
"I am not wrong!...I'm just not 100% right...I think..."
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"...umm, is this thing on? Testing...testing one two..."
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Now everyone say Hey and say it like you mean it, 'cause it doesn't mean a thing so it's easier to scream it.
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I might wanna draw a pic of us in our Colonial garb...
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