Unreal.

GARTH 3

Were all greedy beings; with good or vile intent.
~Starry introvert~

Sometime over the night I drifted off to sleep, I know this because I know this was a dream, it's something I have always been aware of and also the one thing I have always had control of.

Consuming darkness, that could best describe this place alongside the fact that it was cold. My steps were careful and steady, something told me that being careful should be a priority right now. My body was currently completely engulfed in fog so it goes without saying I was practically blind.

I stayed focused only so I would ignore the eerie feeling that tickled in the atmosphere, this was meant to intimidate and it was doing just that. I kept walking, kept going, kept moving forward and I didn't even know for what. Anything could jump out of the shadows and scare me to death but yet like the massive fool I was, I never slowed my steps. Like a test for the unknown, just to see what would happen if I pushed hard enough and something did happen.

My heart rate slowed to a terrifying pace just as the hair on my skin stood attentively to the shift in the air. Up ahead blending with the shadows I caught a glimpse of a Figure but that's just all it was, a glimpse with no clarity. I could not see or make out what it was or what it looked like. So I took a step forward, then another and another soon those strides morphed into a steady jog and before I knew it I was in the full blown sprint.

What was I even running to? What was I even chasing? It made no sense to but deep down I knew I wanted to see, wanted to know, wanted to touch, wanted to—- I needed to. Really? I. Needed. To? But I kept going and going and I was almost there, I could almost feel it in my hands like I was already holding on to it. Inches, just inches away, I almost had it then the room swerved causing me to lose my footing and forcing me to hold my ground. The motion stopped as quick as it came, I blinked hastily and looked around, it was no longer in front of me..the figure was further than it had been initially, I felt helpless. It was not the same this time though, something changed, the clarity I wanted.

I caught sight of a mass of black then downwards a mass of white, the figure moved turning to me and it was almost there. I was going to see it, I was going to get the clarity I so desperately wanted but it never came. My eyes shot open, my hand moving quickly to my chest just above my heart, it was not racing nor was it a deathly slow.it beat steady and in sink with my breathing which also happens to be steady too. My attention went to the telescope I fell asleep next to. Yesterday while cleaning I left it untouched, afraid that one wrong move would have it crumble to dust on the ground and I did not like the way that made me feel. I sat up with my hands laid flat on the floor making sure to collect all my bearings before standing to my feet. I dusted the nonexistent dust off my pajamas and stood upright.

I came face to face with a painting, my painting. Did I paint what I dreamt of or did I dream what I painted? I had no clue but there in my line of sight my painting, a combination of blues and grays blended together in a poignant harmony, engulfed and almost hidden by the deep fog and shadows of the dark. A woman with her back to me, the black mass I had seen in my dreams was the luxurious waves of her hair and the white mass was a white dress almost nightly hanging loosely on her shoulders. That was not all though there was an addition, one that wasn't in my dreams, she held in her right hand above her head, a lantern much like the one in this room.....lighting up her surroundings. It seemed to give her comfort. A simple look at the painting you wouldn't know what from but there were monsters of various shapes and sizes hiding in the dark, fighting to get to her, some of them clinging to the edge of the darkness inches away from the light making her aware of their presence. You could tell from the way her head was angling slightly to the darkness. Regardless of this she moved unafraid. Who was this woman? And was this the piece I would present to Jeff? That did not sit right with me.