Sweet warm breezes whipped across his cheek. His eyes were closed. For a moment all Jeremy could hear was the rolling and wrestling of the wheat. Taking in a deep breath, the minstrel’s eyes opened to a familiar and old sight. In the middle of grain fields near his home is here he stood. Looking about the twenty three year old could catch glimpses of his younger siblings running about. Truly it seemed like they were playing hide and seek in the tall sea of gold. Sounds of his little sister laughing and little brothers calling to each other made his head swerve side to side. He could never see much of them. A glance of his sister skirts as she raced into a different row. The brown heads of his brother peeking out to see him before disappearing. Smiling softly, Jeremy followed them. He would play follow the leader with them. This was a dream after all, right? He knew it was. His brothers and sister were still the age when he left them. His brothers would be twenty and eighteen and sweet little Mariah would be heading on to sixteen in a month or two. She would no longer the little blonde haired girl he was catching small glimpses of as he followed her and the boys. As he walked, he started to hear some singing. His mother’s soft but beautiful tones started to drift to him, growing louder and more intelligible as he grew nearer. It had been years since he had seen his Ma’s face. “Jeremy…” His name came out from no where and every where. The male watched as the world around him started to grow colder. “Jeremy?“ He looked towards where he last saw his brothers peaking. “Jeremy!“ Now there was nothing but blackness. Cuddling into his cape on the bed of straw, the male gave a grunt. “Aye?” he answered as he heard the sounds of someone climbing up the latter. He was sort of renting this space in the stable of one of the inn keepers of the village. “You still sleeping?” a female voice asked him as she crawled to where he lay. The girl’s name was Mary. She was the daughter of this house. A nice, young, supple girl of seventeen that would be easy enough for him to deflower. Though, he was pretty sure that she was not the virgin her father thought her to be. So really it wouldn’t have been too much of an issue for him to push up that dress of her and… Groaning at that thought, the male sat up. He didn‘t want any trouble. Not from the father who was gracious enough to let him sleep in the stable when there was snow on the ground. All he needed was to bring in a couple of coins or at least attract some business to the pub that was inside the Inn. The girl was really a dim a dozen. Though, he had to admit a pretty cute dime at that.
“If your father catches you,” he grumbled rubbing his head over with his hand. “Oh, don’t worry about him! Spin me a story Jeremy or sing me a song. Please.” Jeremy could see it in her eyes that she had no wish to stay here. She was probably looking at him fro a way out of this place. Jeremy knew that he was not the one to do it. Mary was sweet but rather too much for his liking. Or perhaps that was what he kept telling himself. He was sure that she was the type of girl that would try and make him take her with him. Faking some pregnancy of some sort. “No, Mary,” he chuckled as he started towards the ladder, “Not this morning. Throats dry and now that the sun is out…” He winked to the pouting female, “I need to go out and earn my keep. Now don’t look sad, sweet Mary. I’ll sing ye a song when I return.” With thought he quickly slid down the ladder, his cape flapping a bit. “Now go inside before your Mama comes out and beats you for coming to wake me up again.”
With that he went into the kitchen where the inns cook was busily cooking some soup. “See you’re finally of the living!” The middle age woman gruffed to him as he come in grabbing the bowl she was holding out. She always was brisk with him, but she always made sure that he had a bite of something to eat. “Go ahead and grab yourself some of that bread and cheese when you are done. I don‘t think the “Lord“ of this house will want to see your face till you come back with some coin or a costumer.” “What does he want from me? Its winter! Purse strings are clutched tighter than ever.” “Just do your job, Johnny, and you’ll be fine,” she said wiggling her spoon at him. Jeremy cringed at revealing his real name to the older woman. She used some form of it everyday. His Da’s name was Jonathan. Not that he held too much of a grudge against his Da. It just he never liked that he was technically a junior. Finishing up the small bit of stew, he thought about what he could sing about today. Something fitting for the winter weather for sure or maybe a lament for spring. Something that would touch people, then again a good up beat tune could keep peoples spirits up.
“Stop your day dreaming,” the cook sighed after he had just sat there for a moment. The woman had set a little lunch wrapped in some linen for him. “Last time I’ll be warm today, can you blame me?”
Honestly, somehow it always seems that
I'm dreaming of something
I can never be
I'm dreaming of something
I can never be
