He knew no different, honestly. He was only a baby girl for his first few years, before his memory developed. By the time he started preschool, he was potty trained, and a normal boy. He would never recall the incident ever again… but his heart would remember. It did remember. In that dream, as the 3-year old fairy princess, mere months before he became Elladan, he was the happiest he’d ever been. Really, he’d been born Allie… he’d only forgotten
Allie can’t hear Tina. She is already asleep
Tina kisses Allie softly as she runs her hand gently through her hair.
Tina says so softly and lovingly, “Sleep baby, I am here only to make you happy.
Allie sees her attach a thick wire bundle to the golden halo. Nana puts it over Allie’s head. Nana pushes a button and the bed slides into the clear cylinder and the end closes. Alladan feels a weired sensation all over and a sudden temprature drop.
Then suddenly
Elladan looks around. It is dark. He looks down. He is fully clothed as he remembers from that morning. Shoulder-length black hair, not in pigtails, and not brushed. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, with sneakers. He must be in the dream he realizes. He looks around. Nothing. He’s really in his own mind.
He whistles. “She wasn’t kidding… this is authetic.”
He thinks about stuff to do, to disprove his own dream. He jumps. He pinches himself. He does cartwheels. He even manages to bend himself into a pretzel and back. He’s still fine. No pain at all. A real dream.
Then he looks back around. He can see himself clearly, but beyond that, all he sees is darkness. It’s as if he’s in a huge, empty warehouse, so tall and wide, he can’t see the walls or ceiling.
He’s impressed. “Wow… they were telling the truth.”
