I resisted the hand gently shaking me awake. It was so warm and cosy in bed, I tried to sink down into the layers of sleep, searching for that elusive dream...but suddenly I was awake. Trying to shake off sudden disorientation, I rubbed my bleary eyes. If this was my brother waking me up, he was in trouble.
Suddenly a strong hand was clamped firmly over my mouth. This was not my brother. First I froze in shock, then I tried to pull his hand from my mouth (okay so I automatically thought male, but it was a strong hand). I couldn’t help trying to scream, it was an automatic reflex but the sound was muffled by his hand.
“Hey, it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.”
Yeah right. I blinked my eyes, trying to get them into focus. Suddenly they cleared, and I was looking into the face of a guy my age, with warm brown eyes and long brown hair tied back in a ponytail. He had a strong, sensitive face, and despite my predicament, I couldn’t help wanting to trust him. The guy looked worried.
“Please don’t scream, you’ll wake everyone up.”
That was the general idea.
“I just need to talk to you - hear me out okay? If you still think I’m a psycho then scream all you want.”
He took his hand off my mouth and I grabbed it (the hand, not my mouth). He didn’t try to stop me, he just stood there and looked at me with those gentle caramel eyes.
“I’m not going to do anything, I promise. If you let me go, I’ll step back.”
I released his hand, and he did as promised. I pulled back the bedcovers and sat up, trying to look calm and dignified. That’s no easy job in blue flannelette pyjamas, believe me.
“How did you get in my room?”
“I’ll explain, just hear me out. You’re in grave danger.”
Yeah from him I was.
“This had better be good” I said.
He took a deep breath.
“I know this is going to sound, well, kind of weird, but I’m telling the truth.”
He had a pleasant American accent, I wondered where he was from. He looked familiar, but my mind was still fuzzed with sleep and I didn’t pursue the thought.
“I’m from a parallel world.”
Oh, so that was where he was from.
“It’s just like yours, all the countries are the same, but on the moon there are these evil guys, Zedd and Rita. They try to take over the Earth all the time, and their latest plot involves you.”
How flattering. The names Zedd and Rita sound somewhat familiar though. Come on brain, wake up!
“They have this crystal that they want to use to destroy us..ah I mean, the protectors of the Earth. The only way to charge this crystal is to use your power.”
I had to say something.
“I have power?!”
“You mightn’t be aware of it, it’s hidden pretty deep inside you” said the guy seriously.
I decided to humour him.
“So what do I have to do?”
“Come with me” he said earnestly. “I’ll transport you to my world, and we’ll protect you until the crystal has been destroyed. It’s too dangerous to stay here, Zedd could come here and capture you at any time.”
Well the guy certainly believed what he was saying. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I knew him from somewhere. My brain started to work, putting the jigsaw pieces together. I suddenly realised who he looked like. But it couldn’t be...
“Is your name Tommy Oliver?” I asked abruptly.
“Yes” he said, surprised, “How did you know?”
He was genuinely surprised. But he couldn’t be...
“Are you the white ranger?”
Tommy’s eyes almost popped out of his head.
“How did you know?!”
Again his surprise was genuine, and I had to face the fact that he was telling the truth. I didn’t want to believe that power rangers existed and that I had some sort of power, because I had been secretly, deep down in my scarcely recognised subconscious mind, fiercely wishing for it all my life. When your deepest wish comes true you always suspicious of it. I was scared to believe that they were true because it would hurt too much if I was wrong. And they didn’t exist, not in my world, but it was comforting to know that they existed on some world.
Okay, so maybe power rangers is a kid’s show and a bit overacted, but the idea of a group of teenagers being the only ones able to save the world from the evil guys had always appealed to me. And the guys in it were cute.
“I’ll explain later” I answered.
“You’ll come with me then?” he asked hopefully.
“Yep, just tell me what I have to do.”
“Okay. Take my hand...”
Yeah, sure, no problems doing that.
“...and we’ll be transported in about 3 seconds.”
My last thought as I left my world was that I wish that I wasn’t wearing pyjamas. How embarassing!