Elisha
“Elisha, my sweetheart…wake up….” I heard a familiar voice call me. “Please… wake up…” he softly said again.
I opened my eyes to see who it was. “Dad?” I scowled, slightly propping up. It was indeed my father. He was crouching while smiling at me. He looked pretty young and healthy, far from his last image in my head.
Dad just looked at me and caressed my hair with his fingers. I looked around and found myself in our mansion’s backyard garden. I was lying in the dry grass, resting next to a pond that I used to visit with him.
It was autumn. The leaves and trees were dry and falling, and the horizon was a mixture of orange and yellow gloomy clouds. “Yes, my baby girl….” Dad smilingly nodded.
“Why are you here?” I asked. I clearly remembered he had already passed on.
Dad snorte
