Resurection

Source II

The sun was shining through not so clean windows. Calling her to get up, to go outside, to run...to do everything kids should do. She was in bed covered with sheets. Awake but not awaken. Strange thoughts were running through her head. So strange like never before. She had a dream. Or she was convinced it was a dream. From her point of view it could be a kind of memory...precognition. In last ten years it was something she had to deal with. She has told father, but during years he has lost something of his fire. Like she was talking to his shadow. He as strong man, but now...life was sucked out of him. It seemed to her that he just worn himself out waiting for something or somebody all those years. When she mentioned dreams, he just nod his head and sigh. No comment. Nothing. He left her frighteneed and, let’s face it, alone. He was there...but...only a shadow of a man he used to be.

Nevertheless, there was no time for that idle thinking. The dream was so real...she had to find the way to understand it.

She looked like her. The girl in her dream. She was cold. Scared. But brave and stubborn. That much she could feeel. Like she was feeling morning sun on her face now.