One night, I woke up after having the most wonderful dream. The time was around 11 or 12. But the time wasn't important. Something was not quite right in my bedroom. I didn't know what it was, but I felt this amazing calm fall over my body.I was afraid to open my eyes, afraid that this amazing feeling would exit my body as easily as it came. I took a deep breat, and opened my eyes as wide as they would go. And then I saw it.
At the end of my bed, somoen was sitting there, looking at me. I didn't know if it was a man or woman, but it was the kindest looking person I had ever seen. Tentatively, I sat up in bed and looked at this creature in complete awe. This person was of medium build and sat up straight as if they didn't know how to slouch. They had the most beautiful auburn hair that looked like the wind had just tousled it into it's current position. I don't remember if it was short hair or long. It didn't matter to me. And their eyes...these eyes drilled holes into my soul. I never knew what color they wre; all I knew is that they were honest and kind...unthreatening.
At first I assumed that it was my mother. Who else would be sitting at the end of my bed? I reached out to touch my mother, but my hand fell through empy space. I immediately shot back to the top of my bed. I was frightened, not knowing what was giong on. I closed my eyes, and didn't open them for what seemed like an eternity. And when I finally opened my eyes, I saw nothing. The end of my bed was empty just as it had been when I fell asleep that night. The rest of the night was spent in a restless sleep.
The next morning, I decided that I must have been dreaming and went on with my life. But that night, I woke up again to the same feeling of utter serenity. With less fear than the first time, I opened my eyes and saw the same beautiful creature sitting that the end of my bed. I was not going to let the same thing happen again. I lunged at the being sitting at the end of my bed. But, once again, I fell into the air. I was so confused. How could something move that fast and then disappear? I didn't understand, and spent the night dreaming about people who couuld vanish in the blink of an eye.
I didn't know what to think when I woke up that morning. How could I dismiss something that had happened two nights in a row, as simply as dream? I couldn't. But, I did try to forget about it. Whatever this was, it was much to complicated for me to deal with. I pushed the two incidents to the far reaches of my mind and forgot about it until a month later.
I was sleeping and woke up with an unquenchable thirst. I hoped out of bed and went down the hall to the kitch. I filled my glass with water and walked back down to my bedroom. But when I got there, I almost dropped my glass on the floor. Sitting at the end of my bed was the same person who had been there a month ago. I was amazed with this. I was speechless, my mind racing faster than my mouth could keep up. I walked to the far end of my bed and climbed up. I sat there, holding my knees together, not knowing what to do. I was scared to talk, because I didn't want it to leave. But I was also afraid that if I didn't talk, it would leave. Damned if I do, damned if I don't.
I musted all my courage and said, "Hello" in the quietest whisper I could produce. It didn't answer back, but just looked at me with those enormous, honest eyes. I just sat there staring at it. I didn't want to blink. I didn't want the harmony that existed between our eyes to die. I then said, "Who are you?" Once again, I recieved no response. It just sat there staring at me. I kept asking, "who are you?" over and over again. My voice slowly got louder and louder with each time I asked this question. I wanted an answer, but I wasn't recieving any. I was getting frustrated with this creature. I closed my eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. When I opened my eyes, it was gone, just as it had come...without a trace.
I sat there thinking to myself about what kind of creature could be so mysterious and not speak to me. I was angry at it. It brought me such a sense of peace and then it would vanish, leaving me there to ponder. The mosre I thought about it, the angrier I got.
The next night, I awoke just like all the others...knowing that it was there, looking at me. I sat up and glared at it. It titled its head at looked at me with those eyes. Immediately all my anger washed away. I was not capable of staying angry with it. It was too beautiful and kind for me to ever hate it. I looked at it, and suddenly understood. I didn't know what I understood, but I felt the need to ask no more questions. I just looked at it and it looked right back.
I don't know how long I sat there lookng at my beautiful creature...hours maybe. I was getting tired and eventually closed my eyes. When I opened them again, it was sitting next to me at the top of my bed. My eyes widened and I gasped suddenly. I was trembling from fear. Fear is a funny thing...it comes when you least suspect it. The being reached out to me and touched my forehead. It moved the hair out of my face and continued to stare at me. Then it touched my temples and I fell into a deep sleep.