Fragment -- Walking Dreams in the Night

"RRRWORRR!" the cat shrieked as it leaped away from its enemy. It then hissed and streaked down the dark empty streak like an inkblot.
    The other shadow hiding behind the hedges just barely managed to avoid jumping at this sudden disturbance. Holding completely still, she listened for further noises but heard none. Nothing at all.
    Why do nice old neighborhoods have to be so quiet at….oh, wow 1:03AM. Damn. Theresa thought, as she glanced left and right down Amber Lane.
    Where is that boy?
    Her wait continued like this for another two and a half hours. Around 3:30AM she had fallen asleep against the side of Ms. Gringewitch's house.
    She dreamed of elephants, princesses, and a great battle in which fields were soaked in blood.
    She didn't realize she'd attracted the attention of one of the phantasms that roam the night.

    It had no name, no sex, and no substance. But it did have curiosity. The creature drifted between realms seeing, hearing, touching, tasting, smelling, and being almost everything all at once. It saw a light in this girl. Youth, power, foolishness, longing. All wrapped up in a brown hoodie and a pair of jeans at the side of this house.
    This wasn't normal. The sweet beings that gave life to dreams normally stayed in their castles. It had heard tell of beings, dirtier and sadder than most, which did so in places where there were more of them. Places where they'd built large towers whose heights boggled the mind. It used to be that a lot of them would sleep outdoors. But that was long, long ago. Long before it's time. Here the memory was so old.
    It didn't make sense. The time when the night was darkest until the time when some would begin to stir, shortly before dawn, was a time when the streets were claimed by such memories. That was when it and its kind and the infinite others roamed the empty night.
    But the night wasn't an empty night tonight. Well, it rarely was. Even here. But a sweet being of light and dreams and sleep? Here? It was unheard of.
    Still, it was a treat. It was always fascinated by them, but usually too cowed by their dwellings or their wakefulness to approach. But now, as the being slept, it could get close and watch.
    As always the myriad details had a taste, a sense. Young, full flavored. Sad, slightly tart and salty. Or like the delicate ring of a bell or melody of a flute. Lots of happy memories, pushed to the side for the moment but still a vibrant chord in her being. Like a glowing yellow light, warm heat in her core, a whiff of a fruity pastry she loved. Her recent alertness, dulled by long hours of waiting and sleep, still gave off a a faint tingle. Like a shock. She'd been waiting for something important. Judging by the tart-sadness, it hadn't come. He could feel the blood-red, jagged shade of pain forming in her chest, waiting to become physical pain in her disappointment and, dark blue slippery feeling, betrayal? Ah. But she didn't believe it. Not yet. Even as she slept, she was still waiting though she wouldn't much longer.
    Wait.
    He? It was it! Not he!
    But she wanted it to be a he.
    It took the form she held to her heart and pondered.