An aged Valkyrie wielding a prismatic girder. A tall tribal woman, skin adorned in numerous ancient looking designs. A mage clad in old magician clothes, wielding baffling powers. A displaced lady western gunslinger toting guns far beyond the west. A small scientist, wrapped in tech that would make comic villains envious. A buff wasteland woman that could pass for the opposite sex. A stout young girl that looked like a walking eighties throwback. A tall woman with blue hair that looked like a Mega man cos-player.
Many nights, I see these figures running alongside me. Rushing to fight menacing look shadows. I never get to see their faces, their clothes and weapons the only bits I can make in the chaos of my dreams. I prefer this one over the others that plague my nights...
4:45 am. Another sleep interrupted by odd dreams. Kacey sat on the edge of her small bed, blinking as she slowly and begrudgingly awoke. "The warrior ladies again..." She muttered to herself. For years, Kacey had dreams she never could understand. If it wasn't outlandish heroines, it was horrific monsters the size of planets. She rarely got a full night's rest from either kind. With a sigh, she hoisted her little five foot nothing frame out of bed and headed for the restroom.
She blinked her eyes rapidly as the bright light came on. She gave herself a look over once her eyes adjusted. Those strange purple eyes of her's stared back, bags under them from her lack of sleep. Her face was framed by a currently messy mane of raven black hair, her speckled checks starting to get puffy. Puffy as a result of the big, rounding middle that stuck out from her halter top nighty. Yep, still pregnant. Still alone... She was roughly 16 weeks along, her stomach starting to show even under most of her remaining outfits.
She looked down over her bosom at her bump, rubbing the sides as she stood there. Her thoughts were a mix of simultaneous joy and sadness. Joy of being a mother soon enough, sadness from losing her best friend and boy friend. The pain of what they did always came rushing back every time she looked at her growing middle. She gripped her sink and shut her eyes hard, trying to fight back a sob. Sobbing had all she been doing for much of the past several months. She shook her head as she refocused her thoughts. She emptied her bladder then returned to bed to try and get some more sleep before another long day at work.
She awoke much later, the light peeking through her curtains. She sat up and was reminded of her living conditions. A studio apartment with bare bones in terms of furniture. She once was an avid video gamer, with a mighty collection spanning all systems. Now, she had none of that, all sold to save up something for the life growing within her. She glanced over at her nightstand...a pain in her heart returning as she saw the brochure for adoption. Another reminder of how far her life had gone in an unwanted direction. With a deep sigh, she heaved herself out of bed to get ready for the day.