Preparations

     It was not until I woke to Edwards gentle shaking, and soft voice murmuring to me that it was ok, I was safe, that I realized I was crying in my sleep. As I realized the coolness of his arms around me, I felt the desperation leaving, replaced with the unbelievable feeling of love and safety I always felt in his arms. Strange, that I should have this dream, the night before our wedding. I believed it was another creation of my wild subconscious; that it was not real. However, what I had come to realize with my dreams was that there were seeds of truth in them; bits of real things. I believed I would see seeds of truth in my minds latest offering manifested someway at some point. I wondered if extreme dreaming would be a helpful ability after I was changed. The thought did not bring me comfort.

      I tried to figure out what real things I was seeing in my dream. I knew that it had to do with me, but that was all. As I began to scrutinize things, the voice that was “the most significant sound in my world,” to quote its owner, spoke; “A bad dream?” He asked. I nodded without speaking, wiping the tears from my eyes.

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

I shook my head, and nuzzled closer to his chest. “It’s nothing,” I said. As I put everything but him out of my mind, he spoke again.

“Bella” he said in a very serious tone, a tone that I had come to recognize and fear in the past. A tone that, sounded like he was about to do something for my own good.

     I immediately pulled myself out of his arms to look at his face. If I allowed myself to give into my emotions more, I might be reduced to tears every time I looked at him. His face was perfect, symmetrical, otherworldly, and so beautiful, that my insecurity got the better of me. How could Edward really be satisfied with me? In my mind, no amount of vampire venom could make me into the counterpart he truly deserved. I quickly forgot that inequity, as I looked into his honey-amber eyes that seemed to spill over with what I could only interpret as regret. As I looked at him, he seemed to sense what was going through my mind. Even though mine was the one mind on the planet whose thoughts he could not access, he had become very good at guessing what I was thinking.