You return to a childhood home that was about to be demolished due to urban renewal and discover a letter stashed away in an old attic trunk you’d written to your sweetheart when you were 12 years old. You moved away, because your father found work elsewhere. But your heart broke into a million pieces because you had to leave. As you grew up, you lost track of your first love over the years, memories all but forgotten. But didn’t the two of you promise undying love to each other?
This came to me while I lay sleeping deep in a nighttime dream. And then a story idea developed.
When she found the letter tucked away in an old attic trunk, memories long forgotten flooded her again. She had forgotten how much she loved him. How her whole world came crashing down when her family had to move away. She felt like the young girl again, the same as she'd felt those long childhood years ago. Tears filled her eyes as she leaned back against a dusty wall, remembering.
He had been her love, her complete emotional world then, as much as twelve year olds can be. They had a special place they would meet to steel themselves away from the rest of the world and those who didn’t approve of such a strong love at such a young age.
Deep inside the dank recesses of a cave, they shared many things together, talk, kisses, love, emotional bonding, the likes of which she had never known since. He promised her a future together and said he had hidden a treasure of money away for them inside the cave. Someday they would retrieve it and run away together. But that never happened.
She moved away with her family taking her broken heart with her. Years passed, life happens. She went on to have her own life without him. She assumed he had done the same. Yet when she returned to disperse of the goods remaining in the old house, and found the letter, she remembered. And the memories flooded her like she had written the words only yesterday.
She vowed she would find him, discover if their love was just a childhood crush, or a true undying everlasting thing. She needed to know, needed to see him now as an adult. See if there was something more than childish memories present. And of course, there was the treasure they had buried long ago. Where was it now? Did he forget it was there, and did it still exist?
What about your sleep dreams? Have you found any good story ideas hiding there lately?
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