Dreams By M

Dreams By M.E. Song is "Dream a Little Dream of Me" by the Mamas and the Papas"

He's so sweet when he's asleep, sometimes it's almost possible to forget the bossy little guy he is when he's awake. Almost. I can't help but smile at that thought- he really is so cute when he gets mad- which is, not surprisingly, a lot of the time, in an effort to hide his fear. Not that we blame him, after all, who wouldn't be scared, with a father like his?

Of course, just because he has to do his father's work for him (a whole new name is given to "child labor") doesn't mean that he has to be so tense all the time. Really, I think the only time he ever relaxes are the few moments he sleeps every day, and the way he's twitching right now it doesn't seem that he even gets any rest in his dreams. Tentatively, I lay a hand on his stomach, rubbing it in slow, soothing circles, poor guy, I'd love to try and help him, but... hey, he's my boss, after all.

He's calmed down now, still, and a smile has appeared on his little chubby face, I hope whatever he's dreaming about is wonderful, he deserves it after all he's done.

Stars shining bright above you,
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you."
Birds singing in the sycamore tree,
Dream a little dream of me.

I'm lost. I've wandered and I can't find where I am, and around me nothing offers any hints to my location. It's dark and I think I can hear something moving near me in the shadows. Shivering with terror, I hunch over, trying to make myself into a little protective ball.

This is absurd, my mind laughs at me, you haven't been afraid of the dark for centuries, you aren't the child you appear to be.

Its right, I'm not, but for some reason this is different. Squeezing my legs with my hands, my eyes remain shut.

Something touches my stomach, and at first I move, trying to get away, but the touch is warm and comforting, bringing with it wonderful images, pictures of the ferry girl that I've watched for so long, always making sure to maintain my distance- after all, she's never shown any interest, so why should I wreak the office with my personal affairs?

For now, I must try to content myself with seeing her in my mind, her laughing lavender eyes and her flowing blue hair...

Around me the darkness recedes, and I am embraced by the warmth of sunlight.

Say nighty night and kiss me,
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me.
While I'm alone, blue as can be,
Dream a little dream of me.

Sighing, I look up from his sleeping face, noting that the sun has set, and soon dusk will fall, bringing with it the chill of night. No matter how much I don't want to disturb him, it's something that must be done.

Thanking all the deities that come to mind that he is only a little toddler at the moment, I scoop him up in my arms, cradling him against my chest and pausing to listen to his soft, even breathing. Inside my heart is beating quickly, thudding with anticipation, aching with need. To bad I won't be able to stop that ache, only one person has the power to do that, and he hasn't shown any interest in taking on the task...

Ah, it could be worse, I guess. I could be prevented from this much, this sisterly position that he has placed me in. Brushing my lips against his forehead, I wonder what he would say if I wanted to be so much more then the "sister" he has made me. It's a pointless thought, of course, since I'm not about to let him know, it would jeopardize the careful balance of office politics.

Stars fading, but I linger on, dear,
Still craving your kiss.
I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear,
Just saying this-
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you,
Sweet dreams and leave your worries far behind you.
But in your dreams, whatever they be,
Dream a little dream of me.

As I awaken from slumber, still clinging to the threads of my dreams, I am surprised to find her above me, her face softened and open in supposed aloneness, and for the first time I can see farther into her than ever before, into what goes on inside the head of one of my best employees, my best friend. And I can see into her heart.

My own heart leaps in excitement at this new discovery, the possibility that if I were to speak up I wouldn't be shunned or scorned. However inside my mind laughs it off bitterly, like I'll ever have any time to develop a personal life, let alone a relationship. Most likely I'll never have a chance... but that doesn't mean I can't try.

This final thought slips from my confused mind as I once again succumb to the blissful restfulness of sleep. I can return to this in the morning. With that, my last conscience thoughts fade away, replaced this time not by clawing darkness, but warmth
surrounded by deep shades of blue....

Smiling a little, I watch him snuggle into the huge bed that dominates his bedroom, making a little cocoon of blankets around his small form. For some reason this encourages me, makes me once again look at positive side of things, the chance that he might notice my efforts, he might notice the ferry girl waiting in the shadows for him, offering comfort and love.

Closing the door behind me, I walk down the hall with a silly grin on my face. After all, tomorrow is a new day, who knows what surprises it may bring with it?

Somehow I know that they will be enjoyable.

~owari~