The Wind Voice

I woke up early in the morning as the sun was just coming up over the horizon. I had a bad dream, and I was eager to get out of bed since I knew my horrible dreams were still after me, and I didn’t want them to pursue me all day. Bad dreams have followed me since I was a child, so I knew what I was in for if I stayed in bed one minute longer. I prayed that maybe this day would be different and make the day go right. Then it happened. I knew I was in trouble. Here it comes. The Wind, it’s coming. It’s been after me for years, What was I to do now, I thought. Relax, I said to myself, Just relax and it will be kind to you. Then I heard a voice come from inside the wind. I looked around to make sure no one else was in the room. No one. Just the wind and me. The two of us together. And it was speaking to me. I’m, not going to hurt you, it said. Relax, and don’t be so uptight. How could it be, I thought. This power that has been pursuing me all these years, telling me to relax? So, I said fearfully, What do you want with me? And the wind said, Four volumes are missing. I didn’t know what to say. What do you mean, Sir? I thought I could get on its better side if I called it sir. The Wind Voice was unimpressed. Do not mock me. Four volumes are missing. And then it disappeared. I got out of bed and walked to the window, hoping to see the visible presence that had just invaded my room. Nothing was there except for its voice. Don’t mock me. Four volumes are missing.