The dream wouldn’t leave her alone. Every night it came and every morning she woke up in the wrong room. As the youngest family member she was used to receiving the smallest bedroom. That wasn’t the issue. This bedroom was in the wrong house and even in an entirely different state. When would the nightmare end?
She wanted the bedroom that had the little alcove where she played school and house. She wanted the bedroom with the view of Lake Champlain out its windows. She wanted her bedroom at the top of the stairs even though it had the door to the attic in it.
After a month of being the new kid in a different school, the Alone Girl knew she would never again have that bedroom with the view. The bedroom in which she played with her best friend, John, from down the street. The girl did not like the new rented house or the new school. And she didn’t like making new friends though it was not a difficult task. She wanted to be back in Vermont.
As the dream came less frequently, she decided she would keep her former life alive in her own head. She would keep the memories alive and build on them with her own imagination. To feed her imagination and to cope with the fact that New York kids didn’t like playing outdoors, she began to read more. Always a good reader, the girl now devoured books. She wanted fuel for her own stories.
A move the next year into a real house yielded her the smallest bedroom but she liked it. And the best part of this house was its location around the corner from the public library. The girl began a systematic attack on the library’s shelves. When she wasn’t outside playing, she had a book in her hand. Soon her imaginative stories went far beyond Vermont into the old West and to Bayport where the Hardy Boys lived. In a pinch she read the Hardy Boys because her brother possessed a collection.
The Alone Girl’s dream for her future did not pan out as she envisioned. Fate intervened and changed it drastically. Still she dared to dream, life’s events dampened those dreams. She replaced them with new dreams.
One dream will be attained. The Alone Girl will keep writing down the stories from her imagination. It will become a work of fiction, a mystery. Another will follow and then another. It won’t be tomorrow, it won’t be next month, but rest assured it will happen. Dreams may turn to dust but dreams may, and will, come true.
“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.” C.S. Lewis