Take me with you. Take me with you.
I woke up
with a startle. I was certain that I was dreaming. I couldn’t tell whether it
was a good dream, or if it was a nightmare instead. I can only remember that
one sentence repeat itself over and over, but each time I tried, the tone
sounded different. In the end, I decided to ignore the dream altogether.
That
evening, Veann dressed me in another white garment. When he left at my father’s
call, I rebelled the choice of clothes by wearing the sort of plain clothes
Tazia loves to wear. I didn’t particularly like Tazia’s outfit, but as I
rummaged through her closet that evening, I decided to wear them for the sake
of offending everyone. I threw the white outfit to the floor and put on an ugly
wordy t-shirt and my sister’s dark blue jeans. Still unsatisfied, I went to
Firann’s room and stole his supposedly prized black hat he’d never wear. Then I
waited for Veann.