The next morning I helped with a baby shower for my sweet sister-in-law, then I drove home, went to the store, then fell asleep at 8:00 pm until my children woke me up at 10:00 pm. Knowing we wouldn't be able to get to church the next day with the snow, I was asleep by midnight and didn't wake up until 9:00 am. Crazy. Also rather funny, because of the flash fiction prompt for Friday. So, I figured I'd go ahead and share a bit of one of my WIP's (works in progress) for this.
Prompt: I hear this is ‘Public Sleeping Day’ so share a snippet inspired by sleep. You know, Sleeping Beauty, Rip Van Winkle, me…anybody who loves (or hates!) a good nap! Go here to read the others at Suzanne Warr's blog! Tales from the Raven
Dream Date is the very first novel I ever finished writing which needs a whole lot of work. It's about a girl, Natalie, who dreams about a guy and falls in love with him through a series of real-feeling, weird dreams. There is also a huge twist in the middle of the story. Anyway, this bit is from where she first meets the guy, Adam. Natalie's on this weird traveling round sidewalk in her dream which starts going faster and faster, so Adam tells her to jump and he'll save her.
Excerpt from Dream Date
I heard a yell. Looking up as the crazy sidewalk gave a lurch, I saw the guy standing just ahead, in a wide football player's stance, arms reaching toward me. Propelled by the need to get off the galloping deathtrap as soon as possible I forgot about decorum, my short dress, and the fact that I was wearing only one high-heeled shoe. I stood up, balancing like I was a drunk surfer on a tipping surfboard, knees shaking and hands trembling. Just before I reached him, he yelled “NOW!”
We collided, and he staggered backwards into the painting. My right knee hurt where it hit the floor, but I was more worried about my rescuer.
I scrambled off of his firm, strong body (I would have to have been dead not to notice—ok, I would have noticed even if I were dead) and prayed he was alive. He looked up at me, sandy brown hair all messed up, hazel eyes worried. “Are you ok?” he asked.
“Yes, thanks to you.” I sighed with relief—and then it hit me. He's the guy I saw when I was falling asleep! Wait—I'm dreaming. How can I know that? I know I'm dreaming in a dream? That's never happened before! Cool! I wonder if I can fly.
I jumped up in the air (which wasn't easy, considering I was still wearing one shoe) and flapped my arms a little. Nothing happened. I didn't want to fling myself completely parallel to the ground to see if that would work. The twinging of my knee discouraged reckless experimentation.
Even dreaming, I was a wuss.
I sat back down and unbuckled the useless shoe from my foot, then chucked it over the edge of the block we were sitting on.
“That shoe looked great on you, but I don't blame you for sending it to shoe hell.” He smiled at me.
He gingerly rolled over onto his side. “By the way, flying doesn't work. I tried it before you got here.”
Wow. I dreamed up a guy like this! I did a nice job. “You’re a great figment of my imagination,” I told him.