Dreams

Naomi's favourite part of the day, eversince she was 5 was going to sleep. Sleeping so that she could dream. Naomi loved dreaming. When she dreamt, she escaped from reality. She fealt free. Like a board soaring through the clouds.

Naomi's dreams always started with her floating up high in the sky on a big, white, soft and fluffy cloud. It'd take her up to a gate which she would walk through and her resl dream began.

It would always end the same too. She would walk out the gates, which would close behind her, step onto the cloud and it take her, floating down, down and then, she would wake up. That was how she knew the dream had ended. When the cloud had finished floating.

Naomi loved dreams until one day, Naomi didn't have a dream, but instead a nightmare. She was standing in the middle of a deserted street, surronded by family and friends at first. But then suddenly, one by one they dropped to the ground, just like logs that had been cut off a tree.

When Naomi, went to have a closer look at one of them, her mother, she found that her eyes were closed. She tried nudging her. Nothing. Calling to her. Silence, still no response.

Nexct thing she knew, Naomi was awake. She sat up in bed, screaming. Her mother rushed to her side. "Naomi, what's the matter?" She asked, worridly. "It.. I... They.." Naomi spluttered but was interupted by her mother. "Oh great. It's that time. SHe's had one." She muttered. "What's allthe comotion aboout?" Asked Naomi's father appearing in Naomi's doorway. Naomi's mother edged toward her husband. "She's had her first nightmare." Naomi's mother whispered her explanation into his ear. "Go back to sleep Naomi." He told her, looking up. "It'll all be ok in the morning." Naomi's mother agreed. And so Naomi did go back to sleep.

Naomi had another good dream for the rest of the night, and completely forgot about the nightmare.

Naomi still loves dreams, and still loves going to sleep every night so she can afford them.