A Girl & Her Dream

The First Dream
The water rushed up out of the spout and cascaded into the strain tub. A little girl stood shivering on the tile waiting for it to fill. A man knocked on the door.

“Are you alright, Claudy?” he asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied. Her father was always nervous ever since Mimi died.

“Do you need Mommy to come and sit with you?” he pressed.

“No,” Claudette said. She turned off the water and stepped in the warm water. Her father walked away. Claudette splashed the water for awhile. When she finished bathing she laid back and closed her eyes.

When Claudette opened her eyes again she saw a man in front of her.

“Hello,” she said, her voice sounded strange. “who are you?” The man just smiled and beckoned to her. Claudette felt her body follow him. He led her towards a blue box. Just as she was about to step into the strange box she was jolted out of her dream.

“Reveillez-vous! Etes-vous d’accord? Reveillez-vous!” Her mother screamed, shaking her daughter. Claudette coughed the water from her lungs.

“Je vais bien,” she muttered. Her father burst into the bathroom.

“What happened? Ce qui s’est passe?” He yelled.

“I fell asleep; I’m fine,” Claudette said. “I need a towel; serviette, mama.” Her mother wrapped her in the towel. Her father stood, panic still in his eyes.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” He asked.

“Oui, a man was there,” she said, “he kept me safe.”