The Dream
She was running, screaming, crying; her tears falling like rain on the floor. She was lost. There were trees all around her, dark, her way was closed. She kept running, her breathing was speeding, terrified, living in a deep dread, but she didn’t give up, she still had hope. Ghosts were following her. She fell down on the floor and screamed. Lost in the forest. A supreme silence.
She then opened her eyes and found a large rock in front of her. She looked around, but no one was following her. She was still scared. She looked at the rock again, it was large, she hadn’t seen a rock like this before. She came closer to the rock. She stared at the rock. On the rock, there was a long line, shining. Light was behind it. She touched it with her delicate hands. It felt soft. She kept touching it, a warm golden light on the line was getting lighter and lighter. She moved back. A door opened in the rock. She walked closer, until she saw a beautiful image of nature. She thought it was an image.
She came closer and entered the door. She found herself surrounded by nature. It was like heaven. Her face was all aglow with excitement, she was delighted. Red roses, beautiful trees, a shining river with pure white flowers passing on it, butterflies were flying everywhere and birds were singing harmoniously. She thought she was dreaming, but she wasn’t. It was real life. She was delighted. She wiped her tears away, and walked. She saw that inspired her, was a large grassy meadow, with colourful flowers swaying in the light wind, and rabbits jumping occasionally. She inhaled deeply capturing every graceful moment. The magnificent view of this peaceful image would be cherished in her memory forever. She was walking along, looking at the different trees, which each held a different fruit; apples and oranges. She was hungry. She tried to reach the apple on the tree, but she couldn’t. She looked behind her, trying to find a stick to reach the apple. She saw one passing on the river.
She approached the river, stretching out her arm, trying to reach the stick. It was too far away. She placed gently a foot into the river. It wasn’t very deep. The stick was still out of reach. She took a second step. Still not deep, to her relief. The stick was almost within her grasp.
She was getting closer to the stick. She caught it, but saw her reflection in the river. It was the scary ghost that scarred her, and he was holding the stick. She looked behind her but didn’t find anyone. She was imagining things, and looked again at the river. The stick moved quickly with her hand attached to it. It went down in the river, it was very deep. She couldn’t let go of the stick. The ghost was holding her hand with the stick. She was drowning under the shining water that altered into the inky water. The ghost didn’t want to let her go. She was in a vulnerable position, powerless, defenceless. Her heart rate rocketed, she felt her pulse all over, pumping in her throat, thundering in her head, her heart smashing against her ribcage. She closed her eyes. Her life flashed before her eyes, wondering will she ever see another sunrise? So many won’t get the chance to say goodbye, but it’s too late to think of the value of her life. She felt she couldn’t move anymore, she surrendered herself completely. But her fate was dubious.
