Nera Entry #3
2003-02-19 18:28:35 CST
I really haven't been keeping up to date in whats going on, have I? -the small girl writes in her journal and quirks a smile- No. I've had so much on my mind and no reason to put it to paper with pen and writing. -her delicate script playfully dancing along each line of the journal- Well here is the beginning of a new thought, Aye? I started a new book, it's become amazing, though boring at parts (which I skiped for lack of interest, of course).. I can't go into detail, for it would bore you to I am sure of it. -another quirk of a smile peeks then disappears- I haven't had that only to keep me busy. I haven't felt good for awhile, Daddy is taking me to the doctors tomorrow. As I write, I am sitting in my pjs, y'know the blue velvet ones with roses on the cuffs and collar. I've had stomach aches and headaches worse than ever. I don't like staying home, it's so boring. There's only so much on the TV anymore (I am not going to watch soap operas) and most games need more than one person. I did make a few braclets though, I'm pretty proud of myself for them, too. I don't know who I might give them to though, probably... no.. No names, not this time. It wouldn't be right. -she giggles as if she were teasing someone- Silly that words can be like a letter to a friend but never leave the spot we put them. Anyways, I should go.. The brothers are fighting over dinner and I should go down for my soup. Bleh. -she giggles again and signs her name. Closing the journal, she grabs up her robe off the back of her chair and makes for the door, closing it behind her-
Nera Entry #4
2003-04-06 15:58:28 CST
"Are wishes are over the rainbow, Daddy?" Nera asked softly as her father tucked her in for the night.
"Yes, Lovely. Your mother always made sure her wishes were made upon a rainbow. They stay there till they are granted and they are there till you go over the rainbow yourself," He replied with a sad smile.
Nodding, Nera sighed. "Daddy, if I make a wish, does it mean it will come true eventually then?"
"I would hope so, Nera-Love. You deserve your wishes to come true."
Smiling some, she stared out the window and then whispered, "I wish I could see my mommy again." Soon she closed her eyes, hugged her teddy close and fell asleep.
Her father kissed her forehead and sighed, "You will, My Sweetdreamer. You will."
Softly in the background the hawaiian mix of "Somewhere over the Rainbow" with "What a wonderful world" plays as Nera sleeps softly, her snores almost blending in with the music. A woman's figure is embodied in the shadows, watching the young girl sleep. Her eyes sad and smiling yet not totally there. Her lips sing with the music as if she's done it a few times more than needed, in familiarity. The woman steps foreward and touches the sleeping childs cheek with a lithe, white hand. "I'm sorry, My Sweetheart, I can't grant your wish. Soon though. Soon." Slowly the figure fades out and disappears as the song repeats.
"Are wishes are over the rainbow, Daddy?" Nera asked softly as her father tucked her in for the night.
"Yes, Lovely. Your mother always made sure her wishes were made upon a rainbow. They stay there till they are granted and they are there till you go over the rainbow yourself," He replied with a sad smile.
Nodding, Nera sighed. "Daddy, if I make a wish, does it mean it will come true eventually then?"
"I would hope so, Nera-Love. You deserve your wishes to come true."
Smiling some, she stared out the window and then whispered, "I wish I could see my mommy again." Soon she closed her eyes, hugged her teddy close and fell asleep.
Her father kissed her forehead and sighed, "You will, My Sweetdreamer. You will."
Softly in the background the hawaiian mix of "Somewhere over the Rainbow" with "What a wonderful world" plays as Nera sleeps softly, her snores almost blending in with the music. A woman's figure is embodied in the shadows, watching the young girl sleep. Her eyes sad and smiling yet not totally there. Her lips sing with the music as if she's done it a few times more than needed, in familiarity. The woman steps foreward and touches the sleeping childs cheek with a lithe, white hand. "I'm sorry, My Sweetheart, I can't grant your wish. Soon though. Soon." Slowly the figure fades out and disappears as the song repeats.