Seems having a problem going to bed at night has it’s interesting results too. Whenever I try to close my eyes and blank out to await my trip into sleepland, something always pop up (ranging from forgotten tasks to some fantasy plot). Well, the first isn’t that interesting so I will talk about the latter here.

Okay, I get ideas for stories when I go to bed… It’s weird I know, but most of the time it’s entertaining (for me). It’s like a mini theater in my head and I imagine characters and scenarios happening, this act usually exhaust me a lot (i think) and I go into dreamland with no problem.

In the mornings, if I remember any from the previous night’s ideas, I try to write it out, there’s one from a few nights ago (Yes, on that night this blog went down):

The wooden floor groaned as I made my way towards the sound of the howling wind.

A nightmare’s remains haunted me, I couldn’t remember the specifics but I was definitely running away from something scary, sweat was pouring like a tap on a hot day. There wasn’t much light to make out where I was, my hands was out to feel the way, I was searching for something, something of great importance.

What was it again?

I couldn’t remember, but something is hauntingly familiar about this place.

Was I here before?

More questions appeared, but I shrugged it off as déjà vu was common in places like these. The wind died for a moment, then it came back in tenfold, the door in front of me tore right open, the cold breeze chilled my sweat filled body, that act also brought the moonlight into the area.

Like a slow painter, the moonlight filled in the details of the place as it slowly crept in. A room that was built entirely of wood, signs of decay can be seen in many places. They were either the signs of an uninhabited place or the owner was really lazy in keeping the place in one piece.

I walked through the open door to arrive at a well furnished room, from the carpet to the wallpaper; the tall open French windows at the corner silently letting the moonlight stream in. The scent of flowers filled the room as the whole room was covered in them except for the very center, where there was a four poster bed and next to it a dresser, much like those you can see in old movies and castles.

There was a path from the entrance to the bed, not wanting the tread on the flowers I slowly walked to the bed stand.

Those flowers were fresh… Meaning that someone was here?

I raised the drapes surrounding the four poster bed… Tears ran down my cheeks.

I am… crying?

Sadness overwhelmed as I saw what that was on the bed.

It was a girl.

Dressed in a white nightgown, her long black hair laid on the white mattress, like a princess.

“I’m sorry…”

Those words left my mouth before I was aware of it. I tried to recall the reason, but nothing comes to mind, it was like something I had long forgotten.

She has been awfully still for a while… Is she still… alive?

I held my fingers under her nose, she was still breathing. A sense relief filled me as I confirmed that fact, I was not alone in here!

“She won’t wake up… At least not like the way she is now…”

I turned around to the owner of the voice, it was another girl. Like a total contrast to the white princess on the bed, this girl was dressed in black from the jacket to her miniskirt; she was twirling her shoulder length brown hair as she spoke.

“What do you mean?”

“Aww… You really forgot?”

The girl feigned a surprised look then she smiled as she continued speaking.

“The extraction was a success… perhaps too successful, it has blown away a huge chuck of your memories in the process”

“What are you talking about…”

She is dangerous… I should get away from her…

That was what my body was telling me, this was not my first encounter with her. But she is my only clue why I was here… Shaking my fear away I continued to pound her with questions.

“Who are you? Why am I here? And what do you mean she won’t wake up?”

“Whoa… kiddo, 1 question at a time”

She kicked the flowers away as she moved closer to me.

“I am what you humans call a fairy, my name is Lyis”

I did a double take at that mention of a fairy, she looked nothing like the classic description of a fairy, no wings and she was of normal human size. She looked more like a normal teenager you can see at a shopping mall.

Seeing doubt written all over my face, Lyis sighed and did a few gesture with her fingers, the candles around the room lit up all of a sudden…

“You see, I grant humans wishes… at a price of course.”

That’s it for now.