You tossed and turned all night, or well, all day. You slowly crept your eyes open, using your dominant hand to rub your eyes, and the other to help push you to sit upright. You proceed to look around. You're still in that same creaky and dusty hospital bed. You're still in your same clothes. But you're not in the same building. In fact, you're not even IN a building. You're in some sort of pool? No, not a pool. You're in a pool of water, a lake.
You inspect the waters more thoroughly, you soon notice the color of said waters. It's a soft, yet promiscuous and promising color of purple. It's clear - cool. Not a murkiness like trait, or any form of fog in sight. It sways gently against your bed. You sigh deeply as you relax. You inspect the area some more. You notice that gently laying on top of the purple ripples are lily-pads.
Green, thriving lily-pads. Surrounding said lily-pads, were a variety of flowers, bloomed and floating across the water. The beautiful shades of colors from their petals contrasting perfectly with the confident waters, truly a sight for sore eyes paired up with their fresh aroma.
Your eyes begin to wander away slowly. They look up at the sky. A swirl of unnatural colors dancing together. It's fun. It's not boring. You wish to stay like this a little longer. But you know you can't. Your vision begins to wander away again, as you look down at your hands in front of you. But you aren't greeted with just your hands. You're greeted with a silver platter. A silver lining platter, the lining reminding you of those beautiful unnatural beauties you'd find on a runway, strutting a skin tight, thigh slip black sparkling dress. The intricate floral details on top of it's reflective surface. Sitting preciously on this secondhand mirror, is a tea set. A porcelain teapot and hand painted cups, sugar cubes, honey in a jar, and the smell of fresh, hot tea in the air. You pick up the teapot, and pour yourself a gentle cup.
As you finish pouring and setting down the pot, small flowers are to bloom in your drink. The same flowers make it seem as if the tea is shimmering, shiny. Like flecks of gold took a dive and swam. You pick up the cup to take a sip. The feeling of warmth exhume from the outside of the cup to your hands makes you smile. You chuckle softly, amazed on something so simple could be one of the greatest things beyond ones imagination.
Picking up the honey wand, you drizzle some into your cup, soon picking up a small spoon, and stirring it, placing the spoon back onto it's plate. You tighten your grasp on the cup once more, and take another drink. The tea oozes and trickles down your throat, leaving more shivers down your spine as you realize how cold you really are.
Despite the shivers, you felt fine. There's no reason not too. Everything felt like it was in it's place. You felt comfortable and safe. You continued to drink your tea closing your eyes and sighing deeply once more. If this was supposed to be a nightmare or something scary, you thought that traumatizing and scarring would be a whiles journey. How could anything ruin this beautiful moment? You wouldn't know.
All you knew was that you were alone, safe, and have so much beauty left un-looked around you. You had flowers growing from your hands, un-naturally natural purple colored lakes. You were in this sort of candy-land. A little girls dream. It made you forget all of your troubles, worries and fears. It made you forget what the definition of 'boring' was. This was truly...a fairy-tale.
But yet again, even fairy-tales get boring. And at that point you wish for something, anything. Regardless what it may be. As how all fairy-tales go, you got bored. After days of being like this. Like in this different world. You found that everywhere you travel, you got back to where you started. The same lake, the same bed, the same silver platter lying on it. The same everything. The sky soon became overbearing and bright. The short cool breeze became annoying as your hair just blew right into your mouth. The honey you drizzled in your once hot tea, became dry and crusty honey, going into lukewarm leaf water. The sugar cubes were too hard, the tea became tasteless, and the flowers just got in the way of drinking it.
It wasn't just boring. It was bitchy. It wasn't perfect, it didn't make you feel comfortable, it pissed you off. You didn't like this fairy-tale anymore. It was like an unfinished book, without anything continuing after the last sentence, the characters having to relive everything over and over and over until it gets finished. But until you can write, type, or say the next few chapters, (your story in this case...) everything, EVERYTHING! Will be on replay.
So, get used to it. Just keep it simple.
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After having what one would call, an "existential crisis", you regain your sense of normalcy. You control your breathing. 'In and out. In.....and...oooouutt.'
Just sit down, having another drink of tea, or take a swim in the lake. Only start panicking if you get pulled under, okay? You climbed back onto your bed, took a sip of your bittersweet beverage, and jumped gracefully into the water. Sinking slowly and swimming up for air. You pushed your wet hair back and kicked your feet softly in the water, creating these ripples around your body. Your eyes close then open back up to see the un-natural colored sky. "Get. Used. To. It."
You got this, only a few more of however long you plan to stay here or how long they plan for you to stay. But, it's better not to think of any of this. Just rest. Close your eyes. Sleep if you'd like. Just breathe. Just remember to forget.
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You flutter open your eyes. Your surroundings are no different still. Same everything. It's going to be a looooong day. But hey, that leaves some room for imagination. What are you going to imagine? Well, that's up for your own personal taste. If you catch my drift.
Imagination aside, you sit up in your creaky, old hospital bed stretcher-like bed, sighing in and out deeply, closing your eyes as you do so. You extend your arms, stretching them outwards. You slowly place them down, putting your hands in between your thighs. This exact moment reminded you of just seconds before jumping into your comfortable abyss. I miss my bed.
So.. why'd you do it? You could've done your dishes, swept the floors. But no, you decided to rest your little head. But I can't blame you. You can't blame yourself. You didn't know that all of a sudden you'd be in this quote on quote "other dimension", now did ya? You look around again, Mainly at that mirror-surface platter. You pick up your tea and stare at it's shimmering surface. It's delicate flowers. Drink up. Might as well.
You chug that thing like there's no tomorrow, after finishing your drink, you throw it onto the platter, and then throw your head back onto your pillow, staring at the sky, and not noticing the broken tea handle in your hand as you were about to scratch your chin. You get up again, noticing the rest of the cup being shattered into pieces. Maybe don't throw porcelain next time.
But I get it, do something different. And breaking glass is something different. You wanna know what else is different?
Something else. Am I right?
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Nostalgia Is The Only Thing Keeping You Sane.
Fiksi UmumA first person point of view. You get ready to bed, and slowly wake up due to your restlessness, only to wake up to in a place where you weren't before. May seem cliche, but it's the truth. Maybe you're in a dream, maybe it's a nightmare. But whatev...
