Breakfast

Dani sat at the table staring at the bread and leftover ham on her plate.

"Why aren't you eating Dani?"  her mom asked.

Dani shook her head trying to get out of her daze.  She looked at her mother who was cleaning some dishes.  It was not a good idea to tell her mom about the dragon, Dani knew, and so she searched for some other reason to excuse her extraordinary quietness this morning.

"Nothing mom, still sleepy I guess."

She and the dragon sat together in the bed for several minutes after it woke up.  The dragon did nothing but stare at her the whole time.  Eventually she got the nerve and  reached her hand out to feel it's scales on it's neck and back.

The dragon continued to stare at her, but did lean into her strokes... much like a dog or cat might when it was being petted.  The dragon was very warm, and it's scales felt very smooth.  Not slimey, like a fish, but dry.

Dani continued stroking it for several more minutes, neither of them moving.

Suddenly there was footsteps in the kitchen.  The purple dragon and Dani both turned to look at the door for a moment, and then back at each other.

"Well now what?"  Dani whispered to the dragon.

After laying for another moment, and dragon stood up, and stretched out it's wings.  The clatter of dishes was coming from the kitchen and the dragon turned and looked at the door.

Suddenly the dragon leaped into the air, flapped it's wings, and flew out Dani's window.

Dani sat, stunned, staring at her window.

Finally her mother came into her room.  "Well Dani, breakfast is ready.  Why aren't you ready yet?"

Every moment from the morning encounter was crystal clear in her head... and Dani didn't want to forget a second.

She wondered where the dragon went, and if she would ever see it again.