Forgottens

You just got to your new house, and your parents gave you the job of stacking boxes in the garage. You begin counting the boxes you stack.

1, 2, 3.

4, 5, 6.

By the time you get to 20 you are very bored. The boxes are heavy and your arms and shaking. You drop one of the boxes and the lid opens. A glowing light spills out. It captures your attention immediately, and you lift the lid. 

You get sucked into the box as you scream, but by the time your parents get their, the glowing light has disappeared, and the box lid has closed again. They shrug and go back in the house. You find yourself in a large room (which is confusing because your in a box) filled with old toys and knickknacks. A giant glowing sign at the end of the room says “Forgottens.” 

Your old lovey whom you took straight from the closet to a box, reaches up and tugs on your sleeve. Startled, you jump and fling your arm out, slinging your lovey across the room. You run over to it, apologizing as it stands up shakily. “It’s ok, it’s ok, no problem, none” your lovey says, in a high pitched voice. “But, I have a very important message for you.” You nod absentmindedly, still a bit shocked that your lovey can talk. 

“You are the new guardian,” your lovey says, it’s eyes wide and serious. “Guardian?” You repeat. “Yes,” the lovey says. “You are the guardian of the Forgottens. You are in charge of making sure they do not remain forgotten.” You look down at the lovey quizzically. The lovey continues “You must make the people our there,” they point to the outside of the box, “remember.” 

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This is part of a series on dreams.