Amanda lay in her
new bed. It was morning, but the mattress was so comfortable she didn't really
want to get up. She was in the stage where she was aware of her surroundings,
but not fully awake. She thought she could hear two men talking. It didn't seem
to be English, but she could understand everything they said.
understand it," One of the voices said, "My partner is a very calm
person, but my daughter cannot seem to be still." He sighed, "It
doesn't help that she barely registers as a level one."
is very creative, " the other voice said. This voice was oddly familiar.
"We hadn't had an artist in a long time."
"Says the one
whose daughter is still unleveled," the first voice said bitterly.
"Perhaps if my
daughter would spend more time with yours, she might help your daughter to
level a little more."
"Maybe. I just
hope they don't find out about…"
the second voice said, "someone's listening. "
"But, but, buh,
Amanda sat up in
bed, thinking she could hear the conversation better. Instead, the voices
seemed to turn into the dogs barking outside.
Amanda walked out
into her balcony and sure enough, there were two cars parked with their owners
talking to each other. Each car contained a dog who took turns barking at each
Amanda rubbed the
bridge of her nose. These 'waking dreams' were happening more often and it was
starting to get to her. At least they weren't happening in the middle of the
She checked the
clock. 8:00 am. She considered calling the psychologist but thought against it.
They were just dreams, after all, not the same as
hallucinations, Amanda thought, just