Waking Dreams (open to all)
He was having that dream again. Kyle sat on the roof of the hotel. The pool was in view, but he sat on the edge of the roof with his feet dangling over the edge as he looked over the village. He pulled out the picture from his pocket and looked down at it. That's my mother. John Connor's words echoed in his head. Kyle held the picture like it was previous.
She looked sad, he thought. Young and sad and there was something in the eyes like she knew more than she wanted to about something. Kyle felt the overwhelming need to help her. He only knew her from his dreams. In his dreams, Kyle was always trying to help her. He always woke up before he could get to her from the barrage of explosions. The amount of times he had been killed by a Terminator in his dreams was too many to count. It was not a death he really wanted to experience.
Kyle sighed and look back out at the village in the night.
She looked sad, he thought. Young and sad and there was something in the eyes like she knew more than she wanted to about something. Kyle felt the overwhelming need to help her. He only knew her from his dreams. In his dreams, Kyle was always trying to help her. He always woke up before he could get to her from the barrage of explosions. The amount of times he had been killed by a Terminator in his dreams was too many to count. It was not a death he really wanted to experience.
Kyle sighed and look back out at the village in the night.