A Light Salty Rain Misted His Cheek
Munkee led the way across the hall toward the bathroom, and daddy just followed her with his eyes.
He called through the open bathroom door," Munkee?"
"Mommy says I always need a bath before I get to bed daddy."
"She's working very late tonight, so you get a get out of taking a bath tonight free card."
"Mommy's not going to like it."
"Come on Munkee, a young girl like you needs her beauty sleep, now off you go, off now."
She folded her arms across her chest and frowned.
"To bed, now." He waved his five year old daughter away with one hand and a smirk, and she obeyed.
After he got to bed he tried to stay awake until his daughter fell asleep, but he was drifting. He just heard Munkee telling her dolls that it wasn't her fault that she didn't take a bath, and that daddy was going to get an ear full.
His entire body begged for sleep, it took some time, but everything was quiet and he drifted off. Suddenly his dreams poured in like rain. He felt cold and wet, but his head was nestled against the softest pillow ever. A light salty rain misted his cheek. The sort of mist you might get when standing by the ocean. He then heard his daughter giggle, and his eyes fluttered. He heard her giggling again and he smiled as the rain kept drizzling all over his face.
Then a voice came, concerned and questioning, close to his ear. "Munkee?"
In his dream he saw his daughter by the door where she crouched like an animal. He tried to reach her, but sleep kept him chained. Slowly she rose, stretching out her arms on each side as water dripped from her body. He watched her standing there, expressionless, and a soaked form. Her tiny body began to sway back and forth. He opened his mouth and tried to scream, but nothing came out. At the same time she moved closer to the bed his breath got caught in his chest. Trapped by a nightmare's force he just watched his child coming toward him in a slow but deliberate pace. He barely could comprehend the power that the nightmare had over him. He wanted to be awake, and run to Munkee's room and hold her.
His nightmare took him to sea where he sat tied on a small boat. It was rocking back and forth, then from side to side. He stared at the starry sky, and then at his reflection in the waters below and couldn't understand what it meant. Then he heard a splash, followed by another one, and then another.
Then a small hand reached out from the waters and grabbed him. The brittle flesh felt like stone as he tried to yank himself free. The hand pulled him into the sea and was dragging him under. He felt the water rushing into his lungs and filling his heart, he couldn't breathe, but the only thing on his mind was Munkee.
Then he woke up in bed, clean and dry. His throat was so parched he couldn't recognize his own voice when he called out for Munkee.
There she was standing by the door soak and wet. He jumped out of bed to grab her and her body was like smoke. He went right through her and her image vanished. He quickly ran to her bedroom and she wasn't in bed. The dolls that were against her pillow had their mouths opened in shock. He then ran to the bathroom and looked into the tub half expecting to find her.
Before he could grasp it fully, the energy inside him seem to have died away, fear rushed in like a lightning storm, and anguish took hold of him while Munkee's body had expired and her spirit was released.
© 2015 Frank Atanacio
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