Darcy: Delirious

Voices. Did I have a visitor?

I turned over and sat up in anticipation, only to find myself still on that cursed branch. Christ almighty! Was I completely losing it?

I again took in the vast landscape, quite impressed. My dreams weren't usually this vivid or detailed. Morphine, I thought again.

I pulled my knees up to my chin and stared at my shaky hands. Did I still have my powers in this dream, I wondered?

I lifted my hands towards the sky, feeling energy pull together in my cells, from the tips of my toes to the crown of my head, and shoot from my fingertips.

Forks of sparking yellow lightning crackled across the pale grey sky. Already I would feel my body cells weakening, draining like a misused battery.

I curled my hands into fists and the lightning flickered and vanished. I needed energy. Surely my delirious subconscience had thought to add electic sockets to this strange dreamland.

Then I remembered the voices that had woken me. I could see no one around, but while I'd been spaced out they cuold have moved on. Most likely in the direction of the building I could just about see from my perch.

If this was a dream, it was a damned interesting one, and I intended to explore.

I climbed down from my branch, my white Converse runners slipping on the bark. I had no idea when I'd put shoes on. Another thing my sonconscience had thought of.

And, all the while wary of the murderous warning the note on the tree had given me, I started towards the mysterious building. Maybe they had an electricity supply.

The End

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