A Blast From The Past (Part 2)

That night I lay in bed thinking about the day. Why did Travis and I know a song from the 19th century? And more importantly what were the odds that we just happened to be singing  this song at the same time? Finally I drifted off to sleep, and dreamed.

In my dream I was dressed in a black old-fashioned dress and walking through a field of heather. It was just daybreak, and I was walking towards a house with tears streaming down my face mixing in with the rain falling from the sky. I was reciting Early One Morning. 

"Oh don't deceive me, Oh never leave me, How could you use a poor maiden so?" I was reciting it so someone in the house could hear me. Someone who had hurt me greatly. I looked towards the house window and saw someone coming to the window. Just as he or she was about to open the window, a blaring sound jerked me awake. I turned my alarm off and got ready for school. It was first period, Spanish 3, that I noticed Travis staring at me weirdly. Every time I looked his way he would look away. I was extremely weirded out by this. Travis hadn't really paid me much attention  since the day he had come to our school.  I wondered why now all of a sudden he was being all weird about me. Gwen seemed to notice as well. On our way to History, we were talking and she mentioned it.

 "Travis was looking at you a lot during Spanish"

"I noticed, I wonder why."

 "Hey he's cute, who cares why," Gwen laughed. I laughed as well. We reached history, we were watching a boring movie on Napoleon Bonaparte. The song was playing in my head again. I softly sang the words to myself. It was then that I realized Travis was humming the song again. It was bugging me that he knew the song too. It didn't seem like a well-known or much-used song. I couldn't concentrate on the movie, and instead thought about my weird dream. Suddenly I was back in that heather field, looking up at the window, waiting to see who would appear. The window opened, and I saw Travis. This version of Travis, however, was at least twenty. I opened my mouth to say something, to ask him why he had hurt me  when there was a loud crash. I opened my eyes, I had fallen asleep during the movie, and my teacher was not very happy, as he had slapped a desk to wake me up. It seemed I wasn't the only one. Travis had fallen asleep as well. Our teacher, Mr. Leonard, frowned at us. 

"Pay attention, and no more sleeping" he said going back to his desk. Travis turned around for a second and gave me a look.The look spoke of confusion, and being weirded out. I gave him the same look. Why was I dreaming of him? It wasn't even a normal dream, not that I have many of those, but still. Where did i get this field of heather? Or that house that Travis was in? Why was he twenty in my dream instead of seventeen? His hair was also way different from his normal windswept, longish dark brown hair. The whole thing was weird. At the end of the day I went to my locker. The hallway that held my locker was eerily empty and quiet. I was getting my books when suddenly there was a voice.

"Ally," it said. I nearly screamed, heart beating way too fast, I turned to see Travis. 

"You scared me."

"Sorry. Um.." He looked awkward, as if he didn't know how to say what he wanted to say. "Did you figure out what song that was?" It took me a second to figure out what he meant, since it was so random.

"Yeah, it's called Early One Morning," he seemed unsurprised at the name. "Have you heard of it before?"

"It sounds so familiar, but I can't understand why." He started humming the song again, and I suddenly, not even realizing it, starting singing the song. A flowery smell wafted up to my nose. I didn't have time to wonder at this. I blinked and I was back in the field from my dream. I looked up at the house window and saw the older Travis looking down at me. 

"Emily, what are you doing here?"

"Charles, I heard about Mary. That you are betrothed to her."

"Emily, it's not like that..."

"How can it not be? Is it true?"

"Yes, but.."
 "Then it's true," I then launched into the lyrics from Early One Morning. "Oh don't deceive me, Oh never leave me,How could you use a poor maiden so? Remember the vows that you made to me truly; Remember how tenderly you nestled close to me. Gay is the garland, fresh are the roses I've culled from the garden to bind over thee. Here I now wander alone as I wonder Why did you leave me to sigh and complain? I ask of the roses, why should I be forsaken? Why must I here in sorrow remain? Through yonder grove, by the spring that is running, There you and I have so merrily played, Kissing and courting and gently sporting, Oh, my innocent heart you've betrayed! How could you slight so a pretty girl who loves you, A pretty girl who loves you so dearly and warm? Though love's folly is surely but a fancy, Still it should prove to me sweeter than your scorn. Soon you will meet with another pretty maiden, Some pretty maiden, you'll court her for a while; Thus ever ranging, turning and changing, Always seeking for a girl that is new."

"Emily..."

"It's Miss Baker, thank you. Goodbye Mr. Scott." I turned around and walked back through the heather, ignoring his calls to come back. I blinked again and it was gone. 

Travis and I looked at each other. 

"Did you just see that?" Travis asked.

"Yes," I replied. 

"It's so weird, last night and in history I had a dream similar to that."

"Me too, in mine I walked to the house and then in history the window opened and you popped your head out."

"In mine I was sitting by a fireplace and heard someone. I went to my window, and in history opened it and saw you in a weird getup."

"It's quite strange." I said. We stood there awkwardly for a minute before saying goodbye and going our seperate ways.