Just Imagine

"Cynthia! Come on! You're almost there! Hurry!" Callie called out as she made her brunette barbie run towards the blonde one. While Callie was in her own world inside her hot pink dream tent, in the middle of her bedroom, the storm of the year raged outside her bedroom window. Callie was always the brave, creative one out of her sisters. While Briana and Kelly cowered under the blankets in between their mom and dad, Callie was playing with her dolls. "Cynthia!" Barbie called. "You have to beat the water! It'll wash you away! You'll be carried to Sunrise Falls!" Callie positioned Barbie to where her arms were in front of her face and gave the impression that she was crying. Cynthia calls out, "Go on without me Barbie! I didn't break the world record on the stairmaster like you did! My legs won't carry me any further...tell Ken that I've always loved him!" And with that, Callie rolled Cynthia across the floor to her "untimely death." Callie was just about to scream Barbie's response, when a flash of lightening and a loud bang of thunder shook the entire room and forced a real scream out of her. Callie dropped Barbie and moved deeper into the tent, farther away from the window. She brought her knees up to her chest, closed her eyes, and rested her head on her kneecaps. As the storm continued on without any sign of ceasing, Callie imagined she was on a beach in Hawaii. She was her her favorite swimsuit, the white one with the red polka dots. It made her semi-tan skin look nearly brown and the sun made her dirty blonde locks look like rays of gold. Callie could feel the sun on her face and the spray of the sea as the waves crashed on the shore. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder. Normally, this would have startled her, but she almost seemed to have expected it. She raised her head and saw her Grandma beaming down at her. Callie patted the ground next to her and her grandmother took a seat. They just sat there next to each other in a loving silence as they watched the movements of the sea. Then Callie's grandma pulled out a brand new Barbie from behind her back. It was the same one Callie had been playing with in the tent in her room. It was in mint condition, with the original outfit and everything! Callie hugged her grandmother and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Then she layed her head in her grandma's lap and went to sleep. This was the 3rd night that Callie has had this dream. When she will awake in the morning, she will find that the storm has passed and a new day has arrived. And for the 3rd day in a row, Callie will pick up the picture of her standing next to her grandma in front of her house in Hawaii. Then she will think back to 3 days ago on her last trip to that wonderful place and how it was for a very sad event. The event of her grandma's funeral. Then Callie, for the 3rd time, will sit at the foot of the bed with the picture clutched to her chest, and cry until it seems she has no more tears left.

This is for whoever gave me the prompt "write about a stormy day and building forts inside. whatever age of person you wish." I hope you liked it.