Beatrice14: переводы

→He sighed, with a sad sort of grin.

→“I carried you,” he answered so matter-of-factly.

→“How’d I get here?” I asked puzzled.

→My eyes were still focusing. I definitely wasn’t home anymore. It was dark and I was cold. I tried to focus on my surroundings, and the first thing I noticed was the smell of new leather and the sweet spice of Michael’s cologne. I was in his car.

→“Hey sleepy head,” he turned to me and grinned. His hand reached over, lacing his warm fingers into mine. Always a perfect fit.

→Premonitions, is what my grandmother called them, but I was never allowed to tell anyone outside of our family circle about them. It was a secret, and one my family was not proud of.

→………………..

→Last year, he drove me to the North Pole to visit the Santa Claus House. The town was decorated with candy cane lamp posts, street signs with Christmas names, and decorations throughout the town. I actually sat on Santa's red, velvety lap, tugged on his realistic white beard, and whispered my secret wishes into his hairy, wax-filled ear. Michael must have struck a deal with the Jolly ‘Ole Guy, because I got exactly what I’d wished for that Christmas.

→Michael Young was my boyfriend, but more than that he was my best friend. We were inseparable from the moment we met at age five. Our relationship was never complicated, it just…was.

→They also called it a gift; a gift of foresight, given to a chosen few. To me… it was a curse. I was too young to possess such a “gift”. It terrified me. But then, at the age of seven, the dreams stopped. I was thankful to be rid of the affliction, because I’d been dealing with another one…the divorce of my parents.

→I woke on my couch, breathless. My mouth was parched; my head, drenched in sweat. I scooted off and made my way to the kitchen, grabbed a glass from the cabinet, filled it with water, and gulped it down. I stood there for a moment. I couldn't shake the dream.

→“NO!” a voice echoed through the cabin.

→Everything from that point seemed to move in slow motion. I dropped to the ground and pushed myself back to the farthest corner and watched as it hovered through the front door. The air became ice cold. I couldn’t move. I was too exhausted. I couldn’t scream, and every cell in my body became paralyzed.