Garreth spoke my name softly and the moment I stepped into the mist I knew I was in heaven. Though reluctant to let the dream fade, I forced it to the back of my mind and tried to focus on the day ahead of me.
Claire was singing along to the next track. “Sorry about yesterday. Did you get home okay?”
“That’s a topic you and I have to discuss. I made it home okay, but public transportation is truly humiliating.
I’m employing you as my chauffeur.”
“Worse than putting up with Brynn and her posse?”
“Hmmm. A close second.”
About a block before school, I pulled down the built-in mirror underneath the sun visor above my head. I noted the transparent purple circles surfacing beneath my eyes from lack of sleep and made a mental note to experiment with concealer.
I decided to change the subject and tell Claire about the other night, about the dreams and the wings. Claire was my best friend, the obvious choice to hear all my concerns, but as much as I loved her, she was such a jokester and I didn’t know how she would react. I dove in before I could change my mind.
“Um, the night before last I heard some really strange noises.”
“What kind of noises?”
“Well, sort of like an animal or a bird flying around my room. I’ve been having these weird dreams about wings and…Well, I felt a draft.”
My tone was serious but I instantly regretted sharing my unnerving evening. How could I expect the ever-joking Claire to sympathize with this one?