"Do you want me to bolt the doors so you can massacre the unsuspecting townsfolk?" I whispered conspiratorially. “And where do you fit into that scheme?” He glared. "Oh, I’m with the vampires, of course." He smiled reluctantly. “Anything to get out of dancing.”
"You’re better at this than you give yourself credit for," I noted.
"I have human instincts — they may be buried deep, but they’re there."
Aware in some corner of my consciousness that I was dreaming, I recognized the green light of the forest. […] And then Edward stepped out from the trees, his eyes black and dangerous.
― chapter seven
I woke up (on that June 2nd) from a very vivid dream. In my dream, two people were having an intense conversation in a meadow in the woods. One of these people was just your average girl. The other person was fantastically beautiful, sparkly, and a vampire. They were discussing the difficulties inherent in the facts that A) they were falling in love with each other while B) the vampire was particularly attracted to the scent of her blood, and was having a difficult time restraining himself from killing her immediately. For what is essentially a transcript of my dream, please see Chapter 13 (“Confessions”) of the book. Though I had a million things to do, I stayed in bed, thinking about the dream. I was so intrigued by the nameless couple’s story that I hated the idea of forgetting it; it was the kind of dream that makes you want to call your friend and bore her with a detailed description. (Also, the vampire was just so darned good-looking, that I didn’t want to lose the mental image.) Unwillingly, I eventually got up and did the immediate necessities, and then put everything that I possibly could on the back burner and sat down at the computer to write—something I hadn’t done in so long that I wondered why I was bothering. But I didn’t want to lose the dream, so I typed out as much as I could remember, calling the characters “he” and “she.”
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Fastened to one of the links of the silver bracelet was a tiny wooden carving. I held it between my fingers to look at it closer. It was amazing the amount of detail involved in the little figurine — the miniature wolf was utterly realistic. It was even carved out of some red-brown wood that matched the color of his skin. On the opposite side of the chain from the wolf, there now hung a brilliant heart-shaped crystal. It was cut in a million facets, so that even in the subdued light shining from the lamp, it sparkled.
The last was the picture of Edward and me standing awkwardly side by side. The contrast between the two of us was painful. He looked like a god. I looked very average, even for a human, almost shamefully plain.
— Chapter three, New Moon