DreamsMature

I was weakening. I was melting, washing away.

I was empty.

I lay in bed all day, dipping from reality to blackened dreams, dreams filled with smoke and mirrors, shadows and temptations. But then again, my current reality was but smoke and mirrors; all around me, the place was too being washed away like my soul. The supposed "comforts" slowly disappeared, even soon the bed itself. The scene around me seemed to match me--deserted, empty, cold.

My sanity was slipping, and I knew it. Odd to feel it, to know it. I was decomposing, like all things did on Earth. As if I was made of mere dust.

I shivered, holding myself in the cold. Though it did nothing. Not even physical warmth would heat me. Only Tiffany....my sweet Tiffany; she was nothing but a fragment of memory that kept me breathing.

My eyes drooped closed, my being thrusted into the maze of nightmarish dreams that haunted me. I ran, I ran after her.....

I could see her in my arms, but I could not feel her. She seemed to be melting away in my grasp. I tried to hold tighter to her, to call to her, but it made no difference. She looked up to my face, bringing her own from where she hid it against my chest....

I cried out, not helping to jump away. Black, souless eyes met my own, shallow and emotionless. Nothing. Nothing-ness. I went to her, trying to take her again but still she continued to disappear until she herself was Nothing.

I screamed, I sobbed, I shrieked to the Heavens. Shadows closed in around me, getting darker and darker and swallowing me whole. I was falling....falling....

....falling......

I climbed the ladder of sprawling ivy, the moon's melancholy face staring at me. I did not mind her, pulling myself into the open window of the tower. In the obscurity of the room, I saw nothing other than the forms of abstract furniture....furniture which belonged in a parlor of some sort.

Suddenly, I noticed a doorway, soft silver light coming from within. I slowly stepped that way, my hand wandering to the sword at my side.

Inside my eyes fell upon the most beautiful woman, with hair of gold shining in the fingers of moonbeams drifting from the wide mouth of a nearby window. The silver light fell across her peaceful, sleeping expression, accenting her spectacular beauty. Her delicate fingers were gently folded together, placed perfectly on her stomach like a china doll in her lovely gown.

Breathless, I moved toward the bed, kneeling at its side to gaze longing into her lovely face. She was motionless, only known not to be dead then the soft rise and fall of her bosom. I crept closer and closer, desiring to place a kiss on her rosy lips.

Mine brushed hers, and in an instant, just as I had felt her warmth, touched her skin, I only discerned air and she disappeared from beneath me. I jumped back, alarmed, realizing she had turned into a small dove with the feathers of pure pearl white, fluttering briskly around the small bed chamber. I attempted to grasp at the handsome bird, chasing it round and round, but it remained frightened, just from my reach.

A witch in all her ugly grace stepped from the shadowed corner, opening her hand just as the bird flew over, entrapping it in her fist. The bird screamed, and  I yelled out, trying to step forward but my feet were caught to the floor. Looking down, ivy bound me, creeping steadily up my legs like living snakes. The witch laughed at my distress, reaching into her black gown to draw a dagger from its depths.

In one trecherous motion, she cut the wings from the bird, staining the white feathers with blood. The bird fought, crying, but then writhered in her hand as if dead. Tears drippled down my cheeks, I fell to my knees, looking into the villanous eyes of Alezae......

I ran down the dark alleyways, a shadow leading me. Just as I would seem to gain ground on it, it would appear farther ahead. I ran and ran, only to hear laughter of the witch, the sobs of the bird, only to fail and fall further and further behind. Trembling, I collapsed, breathless, anguished.......falling, falling....

.....falling....

....Tiffany....  

  

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