Chasing Butterflies

Fruit Blossoms

I dreamt once more, but...

  I'm no longer sure about the facts or of how any of it came to be. I was sure I was awake but I woke up only to realise half of it was a dream. Or at least that's what I thought. Surely, non of that could have been real. Or could it?

  I wore a white lacy dress. Behind me the butterfly followed too in a joyous manner. It was one of the most saddest dreams. I was walking on my own two feet still dancing. In dreams, it's almost as if I've forgotten that I cannot walk no more. They keep torturing me with those mundane things that once made me so happy, ones that I took for granted.

  In this one, I was dancing and I turn around to tell this butterfly, that I was a fairy. He laughed much to my amusement, if butterflies could laugh, that is.

  He then led me through an orchard to a fruit tree. The smell was heavenly. I couldn't make out what any of that fruit was. They resembled cherries but, looked as plum as tomatoes, yet, they grew so fresh on a tree!

How extraordinary it was, but, it was only a dream after all.

  Afterwards, I had woken up only to find a basket of fruit on my bedside with the same lingering fragrance of the garden. I wanted to reach those plum fruits no matter what. I wanted to grab them and bite into them, their sweet nectar tracing down my lips. Yet, i couldn't.

So, I take my first steps in years.

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