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The little girl in my dream

I keep seeing this little girl in my dreams. She’s young, but she looks old enough to take care of herself and others- I don’t know for sure, but she has this feeling of independence radiating off her. I can feel it from across the road- she’s been through some shit, but she’s tough. She doesn’t tell me any of this. I can feel it. I know that sounds weird to say, but it’s like her emotions are contagious. She doesn’t say anything to me at all. She looks around at everyone with such worry and sadness. When I try to get close to her to ask her if she’s okay, I lose her in the crowd passing by; It’s honestly like the movies I hope you’re imagining in your head now, A little ghost girl looking around, wondering why nobody can see her. Screaming, yelling- Nobody flinches in her direction. I don’t know if she’s a ghost for sure. It’s just an assumption I had as everything happened so fast.

The next night I see her again, the same scene from the movies. This time I just watched her from afar. I didn’t want to scare her off like last time. She’s trying to talk to people, waving her hands in their faces. I can’t hear her, but I feel her pain. I’m so sick watching this. I wish I could help her, but I also don’t want to move and scare her away. So many thoughts are racing in my head as she is pacing. Back and forth, panic rising inside her. She’s weeping now. I am crying too at this point. I feel so sorry for her. is she dead? She has to be, right? No one can hear her. It seems like I’m the only one to see her. Why? I’ve never seen a ghost so clear like this before. Why now? And if she isn’t dead, why are people ignoring her? I get up. Whip the tears out of my eyes as I stagger in her direction, making sure I keep one eye on her. So I don’t lose her again. She’s seen me seeing her this time. I wake up the instant we lock eyes. She seemed relieved but so sad. Not the kind of sadness that is sad. She’s happy-sad, like a weight lifted off her shoulders.

All-day, I kept daydreaming about this little girl from a very long time ago, possibly the 60s. She cares for her siblings because her mother and father weren’t around much, and when they were home, they didn’t look after any of their children. It’s like they were invisible. All the children were emotional and neglected but knew if they spoke up. It wouldn’t end up pretty for any of them. The little girl from my dreams was the only one who was brave enough out of the bunch to go out and salvage for anything, food, clothes, blankets, water. I knew it couldn’t be a happy story with this little girl when I saw her in my dream, but I could have never imagined what it would be like to walk a day in her shoes, as I’m watching her life unfold in my head like a movie. I keep getting these flashbacks of fire spreading. The first time it happened. It just startled me, I didn’t know what it meant, and it happened so fast I didn’t see it, so I didn’t realize what was happening it was just bright. I blink and begin daydreaming again. I see her. She looks as if she’s sneaking around town trying to find an easy heist. It flashes again. I blink. I see a building on fire in the middle of nothing. I panic, bawling, again. I realize it’s her safe spot for her family. Gone; fully engulfed in flames. No one is around to help. Oh no, are they in there? Please, tell me this isn’t it? Does she know how she died? Does she know she’s dead?
I snap out of my daydream.

That was the end of it, I guess. I never saw anything about it again after that. I think of the dream often. And I wish I could offer some closure as to what happened, but I don’t even know myself. I’m not sure what anything means or if it’s even true, but I like to think the little girl found her answers when she saw me and found her peace.

Thank you for reading my shorty. I hope you have a great day!



7 responses to “The little girl in my dream”

  1. Hi! Very good read! I see you’re open to suggestions. Not that I’m mister professional but I would encourage you to do shorter paragraphs, like three to four sentences max. Having a long wall of words can be overwhelming to the reader. Keep up the good work!

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    1. Thank you for your feed back! I get that often.. What can I say, I like to ramble lol 😂
      Thank you for reading! 🌻❤️


      1. You picked the right medium to ramble, young lady! Ramble on ❤️

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      2. Thank you for being so kind about it🥰


      3. From one writer to another, it’s my pleasure. Doesn’t hurt that you’re cute, to boot!

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      4. Awe! I appreciate that! Thank you I hope you have a wonderful week ahead! 😊


      5. Thank you, hun. You too! ❤️

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