A Prelude to Love
She was a pale, slender girl, clothed in an almost sheer white gown that flowed as she walked. But she stepped so lightly, it was as if her feet barely touched the ground at all. Like a ghost had wandered into my mother’s rose garden.
I called out to her and she turned in surprise. But instead of fading away, she patted me kindly and kissed my forehead.
“Shouldn’t you be in bed, little boy?”
Endymion woke with a start, nearly
tumbling out of bed. He knew that voice, didn’t he? Slightly
embarrassed and still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Endymion began
untangling himself from the sheets. It had been awhile since he’d had
such a restless dream.