It came to my attention this morning when I was looking through my Word document where I keep all my 55 fiction, that I had not posted this particular story yet. Haha I was certainly surprised, but nonetheless, here it is for you!
Now, I have to make note several things first. This image I’ve attached to it, is one I drew a while back. This same image is on my deviantart page (click here to view). What’s more, I also made use of a poem by Edgar Allan Poe (since he’s just awesome :p), but it probably isn’t viewable – depending on how big the image turns out, sooooo I have another link (click here to view the full poem, Dreams by Edgar Allen Poe)
The Dream Weaver (She who creates the colours and weaves of dreams)
The girl rolled about in her sleep. Her dream tormenting her fragile soul. A shadow descends over her, the figure’s hands wrapped in string. She wove. Light poured out from her hands and a thread snaked through the air to touch the girl. The girl sighed and rolled once to cuddle her blanket.