Dream Stealer

I had always watched her from afar. She carried around a small purple book everywhere she went, scribbling in it at random moments. I’ve never seen her scribbles. They never concerned me. What did was the strange thing that happened after. Her head would tilt to the side and she’d fall asleep instantly. Her lips would then settle into a small, serene smile that let you know her dreams were always good. It was just mind boggling. How could anyone do what she does?

Originally for ocean essence;'s Glitter & Gold - picture contest.