Two

In another dream I had, there was a girl who ofen sat in one place by herself. She never talked or listened to anyone. All I ever saw he do was draw. She had whole sketchbooks filled with sketches and paintings that she had created from the images in her mind.

In this dream, I was searching through her sketchbooks. She sat silentliy, slowly swinging her small feet back and forth. Her gaze was unbroken on the tile floor below and she seemed unreachable.

I picked up one that was fairly small compared to the others. I asked her what kind of drawings were in there. I had already questioned her about a number of other books and I had not even received a reaction, let alone a response and was expecting no different this time.

However, she looked up at me and brushed away the hair covering her eyes. I saw her glance at the small book in my hand and smile slightly.

"It's a scrapbook of my dreams," she cooed nostagically. With that she focused her gaze onto her feet, as if the nostalgia brought back unwanted memories.

A little stunned at first, I tenatively lifted the front cover to reveal the first picture, a sketch of a castle shaped cloud.