Sound asleep on a crisp, October, Sunday night; Mary dreamed of her backyard where she stood overlooking the Hidden Lake. Suddenly, thoughts of that eye-sore-of-a-mausoleum invaded her mind. Fighting the urge not to look was impossible in dream world. Just thinking of the building caused its sudden view in front of her face.
And who would appear from around Daren"s mausoleum? It was Kelly who approached with a look of seriousness. “She"s sorry, Mary. She wants you to know that she"s sorry.”
Poor Kelly; Mary never held anything against her. Daren should have been the bigger person, and Kelly most likely learned her lesson. Mary reminded the young girl of this, “I forgive you, Kelly. Don"t worry about it.”
Is the reader a dreamer, like me? Has the reader ever taken notice of the transitio
