This tale was written based on the following prompts
Truth be told, my heart wasn’t in it and I declined the opportunity until I found the truth in his promise. You see he was but a whisper that first time, let me explain.
I was happily engrossed in my book, when I felt his breathe rustle my auburn locks and heard his whisper, “Dawn is for the believers, dusk is for the dreamers, twilight is for me.”
Confused I’d lowered my book and peered out at the river, wondering if I was perhaps a little too engrossed in my book, but Father’s boat still bobbed in the water, its reflection inset in the turquoise blue of the river. Smiling at my distraction, I returned my gaze to my book, but I wasn’t about to escape that easily.
Perhaps minutes, perhaps seconds past and then I heard a pit pat and scowling I reluctantly forced my eyes from the page, surprised to see a long orange tentacle creeping from the water.
A squid, impossible! My mind was playing tricks on me, it was those damn capers Charles had recommended. Next time I saw him I’d pet him on the head, with a clenched fist.
Determined to ignore this befuddlement I looked down at the page again, but the print refused to stay in focus. It kept altering, and dumbfounded I read it aloud, “Beneath the steel sky, you are mine. Come join me, we will slumber in a blanket of snow, beneath the outspread branches of the willow, bathed in tranquil light.”
Angrily I slammed the book shut, surprised that my eyes had grown so heavy that I could no longer keep them open, and as I yawned it happened, I was there, a figment of his dream.