It was a stormy night. The wind was howling. The windows were rattling. The electricity was out. I was sitting in the living room with my mother and four siblings. I was the oldest of the five. The second was Lucy, then came Tommy. And the youngest of the five was Rosanna and Jason, the twins. My father wasn't able to make it home. He was in New York on a business trip.
The wood was burning in the fire place. My mother was sitting on the chair in the corner of the living room reading "Great Expectations" by Charles Dickens. Tommy, Rosanna, and Jason were sitting on the floor and playing with the train set my father got us for Christmas two years ago. Lucy and I were sitting on the couch across from where my mother was sitting. I was reading the newspaper. Lucy was writing in her diary.
My mother got up from her seat and went into the kitchen to make some tea. Lucy followed.
"I'm going to call it a day." Tommy said, as he headed for his bedroom.
"Good night." the twins said in unison.
"Don't let the bed bugs bite." I said.
My mother came out of the kitchen with a cup of chamomile tea and she sat back in her chair.
"Where did Tommy go?" she asked.
"He called it a day." I replied.
"Jason and Rosanna, time to go to bed." she told the twins.
"Do we have to?" Jason asked pleadingly.
"Can we have a few more minutes?" Rosanna asked.
"Go to bed or I'm going to take away your train set for one week." my mother said.
The twins packed up the train set and went to their bedroom. Lucy came out of the kitchen and sat right next to my mother on the floor.
"I'm going to go to bed now." Lucy said a couple of minutes later.
"I'm going to go to bed too." I told my mother.
"Have a good night." my mother said.
I got up from the couch and went straight to my bedroom. In my bedroom, I unbuttoned my shirt and took off my pants. I put on my pajamas and then laid on my bed, trying to go to sleep. It was hard to sleep that night, due to the storm. The windows wouldn't stop rattling. My mother was washing the dishes in the kitchen. I could hear the pots and pans clattering, as my mother put them in cabinets. I was trying to go to sleep, but all I could do was stare at the ceiling and think about Emily.
Emily Cook. The love of my life. She was the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen. She had a pale complexion with rosy cheeks. She had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. She was seventeen years old. She was not tall for her age. Neither was she short. She was perfect. She had a personality like no other. She was sweet and caring. She did not have a single mean bone in her body.
Emily and I have been friends since we came out of our mother's womb. We were born on the same date, January 19, 1845. Emily's mother passed away a week after she was born. She had a brother named Stephen, who Lucy was deeply in love with. Stephen was two years older than us. Emily's father was a farmer and a good friend of my father.
I wanted to be more than friends. I wanted to be lovers with Emily, but she was getting married in four days. She was getting married to Robert Daniels, a wealthy plantation owner. The Daniels family own acres upon acres of farmland.
Robert was three years older than Emily. He had a pale complexion and rosy cheeks. He had light brown hair and blue eyes. He was tall for his age. He did not love Emily. He had a heart for Lucy.
Robert and Emily were having an arranged marriage. The Daniels offered wealth in exchange, Emily would have to produce beautiful children.
The sound of the front door opening disrupted my thoughts. I got up from my bed and looked at the clock on my desk to see what time it was. According to the clock, it was three o' clock in the morning. I went out of my bedroom to go check who it could be.
I went to the front door and no one was there. The door was swinging back and forth. I closed the door.
"Is anyone there?" I called out.
No one answered. I could not see anything. I made my way to the kitchen trying to look for matches. My hands were on the wall, looking for the door of the kitchen. I tripped over something and fell on my head
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A Lucid Dream
Fantasy"It was a stormy night. The wind was howling. The windows were rattling. The electricity was out. I was sitting in the living room with my mother and four siblings. I was the oldest of the five. The second was Lucy, then came Tommy. And the youngest...
