Missing in Red (On Hold)

The Dreams

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A soft melody played throughout my head. Flutes dancing and harps swinging. It was sweet, and for a second I danced along. For a moment I forgot where I was, trapped in a prison. I sat on the silken bed, looking out over the city. The curtains pulled to the side, the city shined purple to orange. An art form, it shined. I reached for the window, my finger tracing the cold glass. The glass was enchanting, and I leaned against its cold surface. But I stayed only for a second, as the glass crumbled away and the bed fell from beneath me. The city's glow dulled as I felt myself lifting, up and up.

I looked down at my feet, dangling there. I hadn't noticed that my outfit had changed. I wore a dress, tighter at the top and flowing at the bottom to my knees. It was black, just black. High heels decorated my feet, stilettos I guess. My arms had dangling bracelets, and around my neck a silver strand flowed.

It was very different from what they offered.

The clouds whispered around me as I flew higher and higher, without effort. I reached out, trying to grasp the sky's pillows. But as I tried, I started to fall, falling faster and faster. The city grew closer and closer and my clothes burned into what I had been wearing before. The sky turned grey and the clouds faded. The city grew closer, and closer, menacing.

As I was about to hit the ground, I woke up.

I was still in the prison.

It felt as if the cement walls smiled, laughing at my impeccable fate. Or at least they all saw it as impeccable, I saw it as horrid.

Everyone else was asleep, and the room was dark. My heart was still racing from the dream.

It had been a while since I've gotten dreams like that one. I never called them nightmares, to me they were dreams. Falling, just racing towards the Earth. I could catch myself and stop or I could continue to free fall.

I liked dreaming.

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AUTHORS NOTE

mhm

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