Sleepover with a friend Part 1 (7)

One night, while I was in fourth grade, a friend of mine was having a sleepover at my house. We would play Barbie's all day and all night. The bedroom was littered with Barbie boathouse, a makeshift house from a desk chair and bed, furniture and pink and purple clothes everywhere. It was like Mattel itself sneezed all over. Sometimes she would bring her own Barbie's over and we'd fight over them. We'd spend more time fixing their hair, changing their clothes and names and who had the hottest Ken doll as Barbie's boyfriend? Because Barbie didn't want to be stuck with the Peter Pan doll.  Needless to say, Barbie playing was serious business.
It's like I couldn't move fast enough, because playing Barbie's became this excited race and I can't tell you how many times I've tripped over Barbie's red convertible.
I miss those moments. And I'll cherish them forever, however, I'll never forget the moment that followed afterwards.

Does any kid truly sleep at a sleepover? No, of course not. We remained awake as I was snug in my twin bed and she was wrapped up in blankets and a sleeping bag on the floor. I offered her my bed, but she preferred the floor. We said our prayers and then talked, specifically about boys, because at that age, we knew everything. Not.

Flashes of yellow lights streaked across the walls. We thought maybe a car was passing by. Checked outside the window and there were no cars, in fact, it was pretty vacant and quiet. Naturally, we thought it strange. That's when I saw the light, my light, the kind and gentle visitors that shine through the dark shadows. This time many of them stepped though. Some tall, similarly to the height of a human and some were small and chubby like a baby. They danced circling around us in a playful manner. I cannot see faces, just the outline of their delicate figures. I wasn't the only one that saw that night. She was seeing exactly the same. Through naked eyes.

My friend was scared and despite experiencing the peace, I definitely felt uneasy because she was. I tried to reassure her that everything we were seeing is good and not here to frighten. But she insisted she'd climb into the bed with me.  In the meantime, the lights streaking across the left side of the walls were rapidly picking up speed. At that time, the shades from my window were opened and we began to see tiny red and yellow dots floating in from the outside. She thought maybe they were fairies, but I knew in the back of my mind they were not fairies.  

To be continued...