Since my short story is about a girl dreaming, I would like the ending to be of her waking up. How she wakes up, however, is variable. I originally have it that she feels at peace and closes her eyes to way up on her own, but I guess I could include other reasons why she wakes up.
1. Her alarm clock goes off, and she is confused and groggy when she first wakes up. I could describe the moments of her sitting up in bed and reflecting upon her dream and smiling or laughing or heavy breathing. She writes down the events of her dream and then turns of her alarm.
2. Before waking up, her cousin standing next to her tells her that she is dreaming, although she already knows it. She also learns about how much her family misses her, and they have a long deep discussion about family. When the girl eventually wakes up she realizes that the dream had a purpose, and she now knows that she needs to make more of an effort to reach out to her family.
3. Or I could have the dream come to a sudden height, such as the shadow man coming back for her.
She and her two cousins exit the car and stand at the lakeside. It is now night time and the air is warm and humid. There is no longer snow or pink flower petals anywhere to be seen. Instead, the girl focuses her attention on the millions of stars littering the black night sky. The lake at her feet is still like glass and catches the light of the stars on its surface. A cool breeze blows and the only sound she hears is the light waves rolling onto the shore. The girl is filled with a sublime warmth in her heart and she is happy.
Her happiness comes to a quick halt when someone grabs her shoulder from behind. She looses her breath as she whips her head around to see who is grabbing her. It is the shadow man, back for revenge. Her first instinct is to try to flee and run away, but the shadow man only stares at her.
Being so close to her face, the girl is able to make out an impression of the shadow mans face. Although she cannot see every detail, she can make out a soft round nose and rosy cheeks that are shadowed by the hood of his cloak. Driven by curiosity, the girl slowly reaches her hand toward his face. He takes a step back just as her finger tips touch his cold clammy skin.
"Don't be afraid," he tells her "I am only here to give you a message."
The girl thinks about how afraid she is, despite his reassurance. I mean...you did chase me around town so yeah you're scaring me...
The shadow man holds out his arm, draped in the black cloak he wears. His hand outstretches from the fabric and his pale white veiny hand holds a pocket watch with a gold chain attached to it.
"For you," he states "because you seem to have lost track of it."
The girl puts her palm under the mans hand and he slowly releases his grip on the pocket watch. The body of the watch plumps into the girls palm and the gold chain slithers like a snake through the mans fingers into the bed of the girls hand.
"I don't understand..." she stutters
"You will." the shadow man whispers
Her eyes open and a white ceiling stares back at her. She sits there for a moment, reflecting upon the awakening of reality. She turns her head to the right and reads the red numbers on the digital clock: 3:27. She still has hours left to sleep. She sits upright, leaning her body onto her right elbow. She grabs the pen and journal from her nightstand and opens the book to the newest blank page.
December 17, 2074
I dreamt I was a young lady. I was in the beauty of my home town, with my good friends, and I even got to see my favorite family members. Oh how I wish I didn't take those years for granted... where has the time gone?
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