DreamWeaver

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Green eyes fluttered shut as the curly red head rested on the pillow. Soon, the child's mind drifted into the swirling dark regions of a Realm nightly-visited. Bright stars danced about fat, red cheeks, and plump fingers reached out for the little points of light. Soon, coming to visit and observe the babe, specters and apparitions materialized in the wine-colored atmosphere surrounding him. Some seemed friendly enough: smiling witches with cats on their brooms, but some were horrid, goat-faced or serpentine. The child began to whimper a bit, and outside, his frame tossed on the bed, rumpling his sheets.
Inside, the monsters were coming closer, jeering and teasing, sometimes taking the boldness to touch the baby, to tap him on the head or tickle his feet, which made him cry out in discomfort. Tears began to roll down his pink face, and he flailed unhappily, willing the creatures to leave him alone.
Suddenly, at the peak of his fear, there appeared an angel in a shimmering gossamer gown of the most delicate lavenders and violets, flowing down over bare feet so that they were not visible. She was wingless, and carried a staff of gold, with a large star on one end. Hair as red as the child's flowed in waves down her back, a few braids mixed in with the tangled tresses. She waved her staff at the monsters in a shooing fashion, and all moved begrudgingly aside. The angel took the baby in her arms and rocked him gently, soothing him and petting his red curly mop.

"Welcome back, Dreamer," she whispered.