Blue Eyes- Part One

"Blue eyes just smile to the world."

You know when you're in a dream, and while you're in it, you realize you're dreaming? There's that one thing happening that has to be impossible, like you're fighting vampires or running from a dinosaur. Well, in my dream, I'm flying. Wind rushes past me and whips at my clothes. I shut my eyes. No, I'm falling, falling faster and faster and faster. I reach out, for something, anything.
"Sam!"
A hand grabs mine, and I'm gazing into shining blue eyes, reflected with sparkling stars against a navy sky.
I hit the ground, lie there for a moment.
The ground is cold beneath me, stone. Of course, stone. That's what all dungeons are made of. I struggle to my knees, body tired from continuous torture. That girl, Avi, is probably still up there. I can picture her limp against her shackles, blood dripping, pouring. I shake my head, feeling a sinking feeling in my stomach. These last two weeks have been hard, but she was something that made it bearable, with her soft grey eyes, silky brown hair, kind smile. Many nights we sat together, her head on my shoulder, mine against the top of hers, out hands gently entwined as we coaxed each other into the terrible dream world we had to face. I put my face in my hands, wondering how much longer I can take this, and how much longer she can last.