Jessica wandered the dew grass grounds of her park, early in the night had made the grounds quiet and peaceful; to late for people to be out and walking. But, even if there were people, none of them would have noticed or seen her.
Its was a crisp night, the moon hanging high and crescent in the black and starry sky, outshining the little specks with its brilliant luster. Jessica gave up asking the so called 'man in the moon' for what she was meant to do, she figured being lonely and unseen was okay.
At least she got to wander around.
Her alcove under the bridge was small, she had to fuck her head to get in and could stand straight without bumping against the top brick, so she just sat there during the days and nights, watching and waiting for someone to maybe see her. Only one person had ever noticed her and fled screaming that she was a ghost, she never saw the man again but never forgot the name he called her 'Banshee.' Other than that and her real name, the wind cooing whenever she spoke or sighed, and the fact that she was invisible to everyone, Jessica really had nothing to go on about what she was meant to do, or why she was who she was. She couldn't even remember who she was before she had woken up on the over-side road of her bridge.
'It's not all bad' she thought and glanced up beginning to see the golden glimmer of sand forming and swimming through the air, a sign that the Sandman had arrived. 'Well, maybe.' she thought and scooted over to a tree to hide in the shadows from the lights of the moon and lampposts.
She had overheard from the children in the park about Sandman, and how he was the one who brought the dreams. She had seen him before, but was never sure whether or not it was a good idea to call out to him, or if he would be able to see her.
His sand gleamed in the moonlight, and she smiled as the waves ran throughout New York, a few shimmering down and near her, probably headed to the apartments on the other side of the park. 'Do spirits even need to sleep?' Jessica wondered, carefully stroking the stream with her finger, her eyes widening as a glistening gold rabbit shot from the stream and hopped circles around her.
The Sandman was working hard as always, spreading his dreamsand all over in the sky, golden threads floating to their own child. He hopped on one foot then the other one as moving his little hands to spread the golden sand.
When the Dreamsmaker finished his work for this night he looked around with a wide smile. He hoped that his dreams would arrive and give happiness to children.
He loved watching his sand changing into dreams, he got off of his golden cloud and landed on the top of a power pole. He smiled even more and looked around. This night was fine and seemed to be as normal as the others.
