The Journey

The child was frightened and began to cry.  It was happening again.  She was locked out of the house and the sun was laughing at her.  

The sky was growing dark and the wind was picking up.  It was going to rain and she was alone.  

She stood on the lawn crying and calling for her mother, but no one heard.  No one came.   Had she done something bad?  Was Mommy mad at her?  The child looked over her shoulder at the sky and the sun was laughing harder, taking pleasure in her overwhelming fear and distress.  She looked frantically for a place to hide.  Her heart began to pound harder as she tried to run around the house on her small, trembling legs.   Suddenly a burning bolt of lightning violently ripped the sky, followed quickly by a crack of thunder that shook the house and rattled the windows. An angry gust of wind pushed her forward causing her to trip and fall, skinning her knees; leaving dirt and grass stains on her play clothes. She began to sob. 

The sobbing was her deliverance.  It woke the young woman.  She heard it in her sleep and realized it was she.  The damp sheets clung to her sweaty body.  Her heart was pounding. She felt bereft and lost as she struggled to wake up.  The nightmare had returned. 

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