Taylor’s Time


Oh what a dream I had last night. We were in a valley, my cousins and I, filled with sloping hills and grasslands that glistened in the sunlight. A clear-water beach sat just beyond them. 

There was a house big enough for all of our families, yet small enough to feel cozy and keep us close within its walls. It had windows, this house, giant windows which reached the ceiling. I opened one as soon as I could, breathed in the sweet air, and listened to the wind. When I looked down, down into the valley at the grasses and the forests of trees, I saw they weren’t moving. My chin tilted upward, just a little, enough to see that it was the ocean I was hearing, with its crashing waves and foam that glittered as it hit the rocks. And I felt the breeze, the cool spray of salty water caressing my cheeks. 

I looked out at the gorgeous land before me, where my cousins were playing. The little ones laughed and played as if nobody watched. The rays of the sun lit their faces and caught their hair. They danced in the light, in the warmth, as if the sun had her hold on them. I watched them, laughing with happiness, and I found myself reciting a poem under my breath. 

π·π‘Žπ‘›π‘π‘’ 𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 π‘œπ‘›π‘’ 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘¦π‘  π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑠𝑒𝑛… 𝐿𝑒𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘ π‘˜π‘–π‘› π‘‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘˜π‘’π‘› π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘’π‘‘π‘¦…

π·π‘œ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ 𝑑𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑑 π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘› π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘’π‘šπ‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘π‘’β€¦ 𝐿𝑒𝑑 β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑔𝑒𝑑 π‘Ž β„Žπ‘œπ‘™π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘œπ‘‘π‘¦β€¦ 𝐿𝑒𝑑 β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘œπ‘™π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘ π‘˜π‘–π‘› π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Ž β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ β„Ž 𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒 π‘œπ‘›π‘’β€¦ 𝐴𝑛𝑑, 𝑠𝑒𝑒 π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘›’𝑑 𝑏𝑒 π‘šπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘’β€¦ π‘Šβ„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑠𝑒𝑛… 𝐴𝑛𝑑, π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘’….. 

I sighed, content and remembered the author: Avan Jogia. 

I watched and watched. So many little ones. So many tiny bodies I’ve held in my arms. The children of my cousins. No, the children of my brothers. I called to them, to my childhood playmates, but it was only Gabe who came. We ran through the valley, into the arms of the sun and out of the shade. We chased each other through the tangle of forests and the trees until we stopped at a rock ledge that overlooked the sea. I felt the softness of the grass beneath my bare feet. The ocean was clear, clear enough so I could see all the way to the bottom, where the coral reefs rested. The rocks nearest to us were glittered with foam and wet earth. 

What happened next was something strange. I looked to Gabe, who looked to me, and with a sweep of his hand, the patch of ground I was standing on suddenly came free. I was flying! I held tightly to the grass and dirt as the piece of earth flew down the steep slide with me on top of it. I was afraid, but Gabe called to me. 

“I’ve got ya, Tay!” 

Suddenly he was riding with me, and I was holding tight to him until we’d reached the sandy beach. We rushed to the water, the clear water that was almost warm. We splashed and played as if we were kids again, and the little ones joined us, clapping and laughing, and soon the entire family was there, joyful and smiling, and we danced and played in the waves until the moon shone bright and the stars above us twinkled their greeting.

I’m not entirely sure how to qualify this week’s installment by our Resident Author.

It’s definitely related to real life; it’s grounded in family and emotions and sensations. But it’s definitely dream-like in the impossibilities contained herein.

Perhaps it’s a dream; perhaps it’s a figment; perhaps it’s a piece of a future story.

In any case, it’s here for your enjoyment!

Published by gaffen620

Author of The Cassidy Chronicles. Lives in Colorado with many dogs, cats, and one very patient wife.

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