The Blue Light

I then placed my new discovery into my sack, walked back to my car, and then headed for home.

2

When I was able to come to my senses, I realized I was sitting ramrod in bed, breathing profusely. Sweat had developed on my forehead, as I felt a drop run down the side of my nose, and disappear when it got to my lips. The clock read 2:30 am. I had just woken up from an intense dream. Quickly I tried to remember what it was about, in fear of quickly losing the images, as I always seem to do; and so often remembering the dream days later. Pictures had gradually began to appear in my head. Dim at first, then vividly. The artifact had used my mental dream realm to inform me that I had to decipher the writing on the inside of the animal hide cover. Wisdom was to be attained. I was the chosen one. Well, at least, that's the thought that I entertained. Not wanting to question what was now occupying my curiosity, and knowing that nothing can be done about it now, I quickly drifted off asleep. This time dreaming about a voluptuous blond, as the- I'm guessing- smile gracing my face could attest to.

Waking up early, and with a stretch, I greeted this Sunday morning with excitement and vigor. Today might be the first milestone reached in uncovering the mystery surrounding yesterdays find. After dressing, I ran downstairs, the air filled with the aroma of sizzling bacon, crackling on the pan.

"Good morning dear," my Mom said, greeting me with a smile. "Are you hungry?"

Of course I was hungry, but she had no real idea what I was hungry for. "Yes, smells real good."

"How was your hike yesterday? You seemed to be gone for hours and I must had missed you when you came in."

"Oh, the usual. Made some new trails. Saw the same old birds and such," I said. I didn't want to elude as to what I found. Not until I found out what I had really found.

"Has Dad called?" I asked. My father was an Egyptologist, and of course, spent months at a time in the country. He had made some remarkable discoveries and was renown by his peers for his knowledge. Having written four books relating to his work, my admiration for him was enormous. Too bad I never had much in the way of opportunity to let him know how I felt. I felt a little anxious to make it known to him what I found, but felt slightly apprehensive.

"He called two days ago. They believe they've found a long begotten tomb of a pharaoh of high prestige. He sends his love," my mom answered with a gleam of sadness in her eye. They had met while in college. He studied archaeology while she studied world history. She is a professor at the University of California at Berkley, where I am a junior majoring in English literature and even though she knew my dad's love for his work-including all the travels- she still missed him deeply when he was gone. My parents had a marriage of mutual trust and respect. One doesn't find that too often anymore, especially for as long as they'd been together.

"When do you think he will be coming home?" I asked, hoping he would soon yet wanting some time to unravel my own mystery.

"I don't know, Robby. Maybe in a few more months. This discovery sounds rather big," mom answered, her voice trailing off a bit.

"I'm going to go down to the public library this afternoon.