She still couldn’t shake the previous night’s dream. It was such a strange dream. Melinda had never had a dream feel so real. Sound asleep in her bed on a warm mid-August night, the dream had started. Melinda could see herself sleeping with the covers pulled to her neck. Her brown hair was spread over the pillow.
The tranquility of the scene was broken by a high-pitched whine followed by a hiss and the sound of an explosion. Her eyes flew awake. Everything in the room seemed to be normal. No other sounds could be heard except for the crickets chirping outside of her bedroom window. Something did seem odd as she looked again at the still sleeping form in the bed.
It all seemed calm, but now it was changed. Her mouth was drooped open. The skin on her face had lost its soft luster. In the center of the blanket covering her chest was a ragged hole that had its tattered edges tinged with red. She noted that the faint light of dawn was starting to fill the room. In the distance she could hear a phone ringing but had no desire to answer it.
At this point, Melinda awakened from her dream and stepped out of bed. She could feel herself shaking from the startling dream. Going to the living room in her gown, she sat on the sofa and tried to decide what this dream had meant. Glancing at the clock, it was apparent that almost two hours had passed since the dream had started to haunt her thoughts.
There was someone pounding at the door. Before she could collect herself and respond, the door burst open and a half dozen people poured into the room dressed in police, fire, and ambulance uniforms. She stood stunned without knowing how to act or what to say as they streamed past her and into the bedroom. One of them turned on a television in the bedroom. It was a strange thing to do, but somehow it seemed comforting to hear the drone of the early morning news.
Finally, snapping out of her stupor, Melinda padded into the bedroom to find out why these people had invaded her quiet home. Glancing at the clock, it was about nine o’clock. She was late for work. That was it. They had come to check on her. But, why had they just ignored her and ran into the bedroom? And, why were they all gathered about her bed with their equipment and grim faces?
The news continued to drone only now she picked up on the latest breaking event. The anchor was saying, “We’ve all heard the song with the line about catching a falling star. Well, something happened this morning that would suggest this is not such a good idea. At about four o’clock this morning, a metallic meteorite about the size of a golf ball tore through Melinda Williams’ roof and struck her while she slept. It is believed that the space rock was a part of the Perseid meteor shower that the earth is currently experiencing.”
Dead? The word was stuck in her thoughts. I’m dead? Before she could digest what she just heard, a voice behind her said, “It’s time to go.” Turning she saw a figure shrouded with an aura. A hand was extended toward her. Glancing over her shoulder, she could see the paramedics carrying her body from the house. Taking a step forward, a portal opened. Following the being, she walked calmly but confused into the next world.