I sat straight up in bed. My blood raced through my veins, I
was panting and sweat was rolling down my face mixing with the tears falling
out of my eyes. I flinched as the dream repeated in my head. I stumbled out of
bed and found the light switch. My breath caught in my chest as I realized all
to well to wasn’t just a dream… it was meant to be a premonition.
My momma calls me sensitive, so does Beans and even Big Roy.
They say I’m capable of seeing things most people cant. I have a special
awareness to the future. I could feel the gremlins in the Sportster; I knew the
hurt was coming. A couple weeks before the breakup with Bowman I predicted it,
and the day of my wedding I knew there would be a divorce. I knew Bowman had
laid his bike down before he had come to tell me. The dream the night before
had haunted me, but I had chosen to ignore it. I knew Blue was sick before he
told me, I knew time would be precious with him.
It’s an odd sense to feel those kinds of things.
This time, this dream, I have a feeling I should not ignore…
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