I draw inspiration for my stories from thousands of places, one of these happens to be my own dreams; so for this last story, I thought that I'd share one of my dreams that I thought would make a cute if slightly melancholy story.
I had this dream a few weeks before my 16th birthday party, which was Audrey Hepburn themed, as I love her movies, and I also think that she was a pretty awesome human being, even if I don't agree with every element of her life. So I guess the fact that I had a dream about her shouldn't be that big of a surprise, but for some reason or other, this dream has really stuck with me.
I wouldn't say that this story was written for kids, but I also wouldn't say that kids can't or shouldn't read it, I'm just not sure how many of them would really know who Audrey Hepburn is. This story is a tad bittersweet, but nothing is particularly inappropriate about it, death, and letting go of imaginary friends is discussed lightly, so if you don't think that your kid is ready for that, then keep them away.
I met Audrey Hepburn, although she died seven years before my birth, and I’d like to tell you about it.
I first encountered her cowering and hiding in fear, my family had found her, I took it upon myself to befriend her. It didn’t take me long to learn that she feared she would die if people discovered that she was still alive and that her solitude kept her safe.
In time I managed to break down that wall, and we became fast friends, although this is far from the norm for me, but it was the eve of my birthday party when everything changed, and that’s what I’d like to tell you about.
It was an elaborate affair, far more then I would ever wish for myself, yet a scene where she seemed to fit right in, and when she told me that she was going to look for some of her old Hollywood friends, I had no problem believing that she would succeed.
The party continued for perhaps an hour when she came to talk to me; I can’t remember her exact words, but by the faces around her, I could tell that no one else could see her, although they had been before.
She could see this, and when someone actually walked through her she became frightened, I knew what had happened, but I didn’t know how to say it. Her pleading confused eyes begged for an answer so I stumblingly tried to explain,
“I don’t know how to tell you this… You’ve been amazing, exactly like I always imagined, and I guess that should have been a clue…”
There was no doubt that she now understood what had happened herself, as she smiled with a note of wisdom and replied,
“Then I guess this one last hug will imagine me away.”
Her guess was right as she disappeared, my newfound friend, one of few people who really seemed to understand me. Despite the confusion I should have felt, somehow I understood everything which had just happened; my mind had created a friend for me, one who understood me, and now it was time to let go.
A single tear glittered down my cheek as I said goodbye to my own imaginary friend, and then I awoke with real tears in my eyes, and an oddly light heart.
Thanks for the read!
And thank you for sticking with me through this adventure!
Be well.
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