May I Sit Here?

“May I sit here?”
The little girl stares at me.
She does not reply.
Does she notice me?
The little girl screams with delight.
What does she want?
The little girl is crawling towards me.
Her eyes are an innocent gray.
Her hair is as black as the shadows.
Her dress is as blue as the sky.
Her body seems frail.
The little girl is walking towards me.
She licks her lips.
She stares into my eyes.
My body is frozen with fear.
The little thing is running towards me.
My screams of terror will not be heard.
Maybe it was just a dream?
I awake on what seems to be a bench.
But why can’t I open my eyes?