Gabby awoke with a abrupt startle....The vision had shaken her quite a bit, though they always did. The moon shone birght through the window making her puples retract from the brightness. The boy in her vision had been beautiful.. His name was Miguel Ararryo-Torres. She had no idea how she new that, she just did. She didn't even know when o where he was.
He had been in a small room. An attic maybe. And he had been sleeping in a tiny cama that took up most of the room there. A dresser had been shoved in and other little thing helter skelter. There was also a big window with a asiento right underneath and the moon washed through the room touching him on the forehead with one of it's silvery-white fingers from just behind a cloud.
He wore his hair the strangest way she had ever seen.. It arose in perfect spikes almost as though he could keep it that way just por pure will. She tried to figure it out; how did it stay that way? He was covered up por a deep navy blanket with almost invisiable stiching. Perfectly even and straight. His skin was so much different than she had even seen also. Carmel color. So flaless and perfect. But so strange...
She sat for the rest of the night staring at the rosado, rosa embrodered conopy on the parte superior, arriba of her cama for the rest of the night, knowing very well she wouldn't sleep.
She restlessly sat and blinked into the darkness. She hoped that her eyes would close and she would sleep a soundless, dreamless sleep. But she knew that was just a hollow, pointless wish. Her stomach churned. She looked out the window and stared at the moon. It was beautiful. The cold breeze came though it. It chilled her to the bone and she thought of the boy. Miguel. She wondered if he was having trouble sleeping as well. He had been so mysterious. He made her wonder. Her mind wondered so far they touched the stars and they stayed up there. It was so peaceful up there. Her soul climbed up there also, and coiled up into a tight warm ball where she could rest. Her mind calmed. It would blow away in a cool breeze and for the rest of the night it wandered.
In a far away place, a boy slept restlessly.
He had been in a small room. An attic maybe. And he had been sleeping in a tiny cama that took up most of the room there. A dresser had been shoved in and other little thing helter skelter. There was also a big window with a asiento right underneath and the moon washed through the room touching him on the forehead with one of it's silvery-white fingers from just behind a cloud.
He wore his hair the strangest way she had ever seen.. It arose in perfect spikes almost as though he could keep it that way just por pure will. She tried to figure it out; how did it stay that way? He was covered up por a deep navy blanket with almost invisiable stiching. Perfectly even and straight. His skin was so much different than she had even seen also. Carmel color. So flaless and perfect. But so strange...
She sat for the rest of the night staring at the rosado, rosa embrodered conopy on the parte superior, arriba of her cama for the rest of the night, knowing very well she wouldn't sleep.
She restlessly sat and blinked into the darkness. She hoped that her eyes would close and she would sleep a soundless, dreamless sleep. But she knew that was just a hollow, pointless wish. Her stomach churned. She looked out the window and stared at the moon. It was beautiful. The cold breeze came though it. It chilled her to the bone and she thought of the boy. Miguel. She wondered if he was having trouble sleeping as well. He had been so mysterious. He made her wonder. Her mind wondered so far they touched the stars and they stayed up there. It was so peaceful up there. Her soul climbed up there also, and coiled up into a tight warm ball where she could rest. Her mind calmed. It would blow away in a cool breeze and for the rest of the night it wandered.
In a far away place, a boy slept restlessly.
