Don’t Get too Close To My Bed
Everything seems unreal.
I lay in bed while sweat soaked the cloth around my pillow and my tangled blond hair could no longer be recognized as locks of golden sunrise. The white sheets piled high were more like a prison then a comfort as they rested heavily on my body and slowly tried to suffocate my movements. There were flashes of lucidity that scared me even more then my horrid dreams ever could. Though, at times I couldn’t tell whether I was dreaming or not. There seemed to always be a boy standing in the corner of my room. He looked unlike anyone I have ever seen before, in fact, it would be more proper to say unlike anything I have ever seen before. He always wore black and had a red neck tie that I could not say was any specific pattern of material. He seemed ethereal. Whenever I looked in his direction he disappeared. I’ve often asked my mother when she came to wipe the sweat off my brow who was there. She never said. I must have seemed insane because I was pretty sure he was an image of my mind because I often dreamt of him. His black curly hair and demure look was constantly in my head. I never could shake his face from its burning image in my eyes. If I had to describe him, I guess I wouldn’t call him human…he was more like…a dragon. A dragon that appeared in human form in my head.
I am insane. My mother told me so.
I told her there was a dragon in my room and she smiled weakly and nodded and continued wiping my head. I swear he was there. The fever must be taking over my continuousness so much so that I could no long identify between reality and imagination. At one point during my delirium I heard him calling. His voice was both fire and ice and chilled me to the bone and filled me with warmth I have never felt before. Of course, I followed. I followed him to a forest and there I appeared in a red and black dress. People I have never met before yet knew were beside me. They obeyed my every command and whim. We were searching. And I knew we were searching for this dragon. He had all the answers. We ran through the forest and I came across a lake and suddenly I was alone. I walked slowly on the dock till I reached the very end. I jumped.
My mother was over me pulling me up out of the water from the bath tub. I gasped. She dunked me again and again till she was sure I was awake or otherwise alive. She took me back to my bed were I once again drifted in and out of consciousness.
I heard the dragon call again.
I saw him this time. He was in front of me in the gray expanse of the forest. He spoke and didn’t at the same time. I heard his voice yet his mouth never moved. He said,
“Geela,”
For some reason it was my name even though I realized clearly it was not my name. He was calling me by my proper name. I had another name. Names… they mean so little to humans….
I caught myself. I just referred to humans as if I were not part of them. I stood there in my own revelation before I noticed the dragon had moved. He was holding out a letter stained brown by the time that has passed since it had been written. I shook as I held out my hand and slowly reached for it. The dragon’s eyes pierced into me like a sword yet I did not stop. I was supposed to read this. I had no sooner grasped the letter then I was back in my bed.
I looked down.
In my hand was the brown letter with a green seal. I slowly raised it front of my face and tugged at the dried wax. It gave away easily and soon I could make out letters.
I have been bitten by the dragon.
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