“Tell me more about this dream,” Glory said as she sat across from Serenity in one of the booths at the fire pit. She had called early that morning, demanding to have breakfast because she wanted to know more about the whole Sandman thing. Serenity hadn’t meant to spill the beans, but her mind had been dwelling on it so much that it had just come pouring out of her. And she probably needed to talk with someone about it other than an eight-year-old girl who was actually in the dream. So she had forced herself from the warmth of her bed and met Glory before time for school. The only bonus was that she got an awesome breakfast out of the deal.
“I already told you the entire thing the other night,” Serenity said. “I think I dreamed it because even though I want to leave this little town, I’m also scared to venture out into the wide world, and I must subconsciously be trying to find an excuse to stay.”
“What about this Dair character? What’s he all about?” Glory asked, ignoring what she had just said.
Serenity rolled her eyes and set her fork down on her plate. It was obvious that Glory wasn’t going to give up. “The girl, Emma, said he is the basis of the myth about the Sandman,” Serenity explained again to Glory everything the girl had said about Dair.
“He sounds mysterious,” her best friend crooned.
“Give me a break, Glory. For all we know he’s a short, fat, bald man like in the movie The Rise of the Guardians.”
Glory shook her head. “No, I’m not getting that vibe from your story. This guy sounds powerful in an I’m so hot I scorch the ground when I walk sort-of way.”
Serenity choked on the drink of orange juice she had been taking. “Sometimes, you really worry me, Glory Day.”
“You’re the one having dreams supposedly sent by a mythical being that have to be explained to you by an eight year old genius.”
“Good point,” Serenity conceded
