July Eighth
As I began to drift out of sleep, realizing I was rather uncomfortable. I was still wrapped in the purple blanket I had fallen asleep in but the ground felt hard. It was certainly not my living room rug. I opened my eyes, realizing that I was not in my house, but on the roof of some sort of parking garage. It was sunrise and the sky was a lavender color. The sky was cloudy and the air was foggy. I yawned and sat up. I looked around confused. ‘How did I get here?’ I wondered, looking around the empty parking space. I started to get up, realizing that there was a chill in the air I pulled my purple blanket around my shoulders. I turned around to see if there was any clue to how I got there, why I was there or how I would get out. When I turned around I saw a car parked directly in front of me. It was an old looking car, with only one light on. Inside the car there was a figure wrapped in white cloth with only piercing green eyes showing. They blinked and the light on the car switched.
The figure in the car got out and stood next to it, their piercing green eyes staring at me the entire time. I had never seen eyes like that before; they were intense and bright, like emeralds embedded in snow. “Come here, young one” They said, in a high voice. Despite the cloth covering their mouth the voice was not muffled. Their voice was much like their eyes, clear and high and unmistakable. I was skeptical but something drew me towards this person. They held their hands up, keeping their eyes on me. My purple blanket that I had been wrapped in moved and began to wrap around me in the same way the figure standing in front of me. “What should I call you?” I asked. “Shira” they replied, “Now come.” They walked to the edge of the roof and looked down motioning to the world below us. It was a silent city, filled with people in the same dress as Shira and now me. The moved quickly and not a sound emanated from a single person. “Follow” Shira said, jumping off the building. I followed, somehow knowing I was capable of doing it. We landed gracefully and silently like a cat would, despite having jumped off a three story building.
No one around us seemed phased by our jump they just continued on their way, moving quickly. “What is this place?” I asked. “Home” Shira said “You are one of us.” As we passed a darkened window I saw in the reflection that my dark brown eyes now rang a bright purple.