Dream Trysts: A Sleeping Beauty Story (Passion-Filled FairyTales Book 4) Read Online Free
Author: Rosetta Bloom
of spongy vines woven together, and it was held aloft by the tree. Behind her stood her mother, pushing her higher and higher.
Briar Rose loved to go high in the air, so very, very high, and then she would jump off and float to the ground, the wind cradling her as she fell so she didn’t drop too fast. Then she’d land on her tippy toes and pirouette.
She turned to see her mother, a petite woman with kind blue eyes, hair that was the same shade of red as the fall leaves, and freckles spread upon her face. Her mother was kindness and joy all rolled into one, and Briar Rose loved her more than anything, especially her mother’s smile. The girl looked at the horizon, watching the orangeish purple sky at sunset, and frowned. She ran to her mother, threw her arms around her waist and buried her face in her mother’s skirt. “Mother, why do you always have to go?” she cried.
Blissa patted her daughter’s back, then pulled away enough so that she could kneel and look her daughter in the eye. “My love,” she said. “I tell you each time I see you that we can only see each other in dream sight, not in real life. And I know Dwennon has told you this, too.”
Briar Rose cried harder. “I don’t want only dream sight visits. I want you to come to me. I want to have a real mother, not just a dream one.”
Blissa sucked in a breath, hoping it would bury the anguish of her heart for the moment. “Rose,” she said softly. “I want nothing more than to be with you every day, as we are in our dreams, but I cannot. There is great danger in you living with your father and me. Do Dwennon and Hilly not treat you well?”
Briar Rose dried her sniffles with the backs of her hands and nodded. “They are very kind,” she said. “But I know that they’re not who I belong with. I want my mother and my father.”
Blissa wanted her to have them, too. Each of these departures made her second guess if she had been right to listen to Dwennon. Was their daughter really better off? She’d thought contacting Rose in dreams would be useful, but it seemed to be making things harder for her daughter. “Rose, I want that, too, but it’s not possible. Please, let’s enjoy this time we have.”
Briar Rose took a deep breath, and nodded.
“Why don’t you fly tonight?” Blissa said, knowing it would put a smile on her daughter’s face and lighten her heart.
“Really, Momma?”
“Really,” Blissa declared.
Rose closed her eyes, and Blissa concentrated. Here in dreams, she could still summon certain fairy attributes, and levitation was one of them. Not all fairies could levitate things, but Blissa had been able to. She concentrated on her daughter, on making her happy, on making her light, and then the girl lifted off the ground. Blissa, assured her concentration wouldn’t wane, opened her eyes to see the delight on Rose’s face. The small child, with delicate features, a cherub-like nose and rosy cheeks, and blond hair that fell in ringlets to her shoulder, was four feet off the ground, grinning so wide it threatened to expand beyond the width of her face.
Blissa floated her daughter around the glade of the dreamscape. It was a replica of a real glade in the fairy realm that her own parents had taken her to. Blissa continued “flying” Briar Rose around until the last licks of the sun were leaving the sky. That meant it was time to go. When the sun set here, it was time for Rose to awaken. Blissa set the girl down on the ground and walked over and hugged her. “Be safe, Rose. ‘Til tomorrow.”
* * *
Briar Rose awakened with a start, rising in bed to see the sun rising. Such an odd juxtaposition as only moments ago, it the sun had been almost completely set.
She sighed as she stared out the window next to her bed, looking at the trees that surrounded the tiny cabin she lived in. A moment later, the door to her modest bedroom opened and Hilly poked her head in. “Did you sleep well?”
Briar Rose nodded. “As well
Briar Rose loved to go high in the air, so very, very high, and then she would jump off and float to the ground, the wind cradling her as she fell so she didn’t drop too fast. Then she’d land on her tippy toes and pirouette.
She turned to see her mother, a petite woman with kind blue eyes, hair that was the same shade of red as the fall leaves, and freckles spread upon her face. Her mother was kindness and joy all rolled into one, and Briar Rose loved her more than anything, especially her mother’s smile. The girl looked at the horizon, watching the orangeish purple sky at sunset, and frowned. She ran to her mother, threw her arms around her waist and buried her face in her mother’s skirt. “Mother, why do you always have to go?” she cried.
Blissa patted her daughter’s back, then pulled away enough so that she could kneel and look her daughter in the eye. “My love,” she said. “I tell you each time I see you that we can only see each other in dream sight, not in real life. And I know Dwennon has told you this, too.”
Briar Rose cried harder. “I don’t want only dream sight visits. I want you to come to me. I want to have a real mother, not just a dream one.”
Blissa sucked in a breath, hoping it would bury the anguish of her heart for the moment. “Rose,” she said softly. “I want nothing more than to be with you every day, as we are in our dreams, but I cannot. There is great danger in you living with your father and me. Do Dwennon and Hilly not treat you well?”
Briar Rose dried her sniffles with the backs of her hands and nodded. “They are very kind,” she said. “But I know that they’re not who I belong with. I want my mother and my father.”
Blissa wanted her to have them, too. Each of these departures made her second guess if she had been right to listen to Dwennon. Was their daughter really better off? She’d thought contacting Rose in dreams would be useful, but it seemed to be making things harder for her daughter. “Rose, I want that, too, but it’s not possible. Please, let’s enjoy this time we have.”
Briar Rose took a deep breath, and nodded.
“Why don’t you fly tonight?” Blissa said, knowing it would put a smile on her daughter’s face and lighten her heart.
“Really, Momma?”
“Really,” Blissa declared.
Rose closed her eyes, and Blissa concentrated. Here in dreams, she could still summon certain fairy attributes, and levitation was one of them. Not all fairies could levitate things, but Blissa had been able to. She concentrated on her daughter, on making her happy, on making her light, and then the girl lifted off the ground. Blissa, assured her concentration wouldn’t wane, opened her eyes to see the delight on Rose’s face. The small child, with delicate features, a cherub-like nose and rosy cheeks, and blond hair that fell in ringlets to her shoulder, was four feet off the ground, grinning so wide it threatened to expand beyond the width of her face.
Blissa floated her daughter around the glade of the dreamscape. It was a replica of a real glade in the fairy realm that her own parents had taken her to. Blissa continued “flying” Briar Rose around until the last licks of the sun were leaving the sky. That meant it was time to go. When the sun set here, it was time for Rose to awaken. Blissa set the girl down on the ground and walked over and hugged her. “Be safe, Rose. ‘Til tomorrow.”
* * *
Briar Rose awakened with a start, rising in bed to see the sun rising. Such an odd juxtaposition as only moments ago, it the sun had been almost completely set.
She sighed as she stared out the window next to her bed, looking at the trees that surrounded the tiny cabin she lived in. A moment later, the door to her modest bedroom opened and Hilly poked her head in. “Did you sleep well?”
Briar Rose nodded. “As well
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