Dream Thief

Arms stretched outward, protectively, she backed away. Her eyes were fierce, and her stance strong and ready to defend. She had always been warned of the dark... of shadows and inky nights. But no one told her about the dangers that lurked in the daytime... when beautiful blue skies did nothing to combat the evils of the light. She had learned the hard way, that reality often came in the most beautiful guise, and it seldom came at night.

She loved the night... mystical, magical full moons, and translucent apple-slice lunar wedges, the nocturnal sounds that were otherwise smothered by the bustle of the day, and the quiet, distant magnetism of the stars. She was a dreamer by definition, and by identity. She dreamed in symbiosis with the universe, and in ways few could understand or relate. She collected her dreams, and stored them with care. Others had riches of a different kind, but her wealth was the quantity and quality of her subconscious. They fueled her hope, and drove her passion, and truth be told... they were the reason she still lived. It was as simple, and as complicated as that.

But lately something strange and sinister had been happening. Something, or someone, had been chipping away at her most beautiful dreams, and her older ones - the ones that were less vivid, and slippery - had gone missing! She had come to realize that once dawn broke and she went through her usual daily routine her dreams became vulnerable, and victim to reality. She had slowly begun to lose the sparkle that her dreams lent her, and this had to stop. She was her dreams, and without them she wouldn't exist.

And so, today, she would fight the Dream Thief, and she would fight without fear and she would cry victory.

She had dreamed it so.