Artemisia

A Meadow

It has come to my attention that I really need to unpack all my belongings before the beginning of the school term. There wasn't really anything that I needed to unpack. I wasn't able to keep all the furniture I had when I was living in the states. That was pretty obvious because shipping it would have cost way more than just selling it and buying new stuff. And my parents made a smart move when they packed literally just my essentials. They had probably seen how my room was furnished before they even selected what was going to be sent over. I don't know how Nina Martin was able to just live with a singular suitcase for an entire school year. But I guess that is just a lot of video editing and plot armour that no one cared about because it was just a TV show.

I had only about three boxes of things that I needed to unpack. They were probably clothes, toiletries, a few of the books that I have read over and over again to the point that they have been bleached by the sun and of course some closet hangers for my shoes or whatever. I will leave whatever else is essential up to your imagination.

Really there wasn't anything special. Sighing heavily because I was dreading it, I started to open the boxes one by one and low and behold, I was right about everything that was in the boxes. So it took a really short amount of time to actually unpack. It took about an hour because I also travel light. My parents also took the liberty of packing me a small Ikea night stand for I don't know what reason, but hey, I might use it at some point.

I finished at the best time because I had about an hour to take a nap before dinner. I changed into loungewear, flopped onto the bed and rolled myself into a burrito with my comforter. Shoes off of course, I am no barbarian. And slowly, I started to drift into a deep sleep.

It was a continuation of the last dream. The lady before me was standing on the balcony. But this time, I would be seeing everything in a third person perspective. The man was still holding her hand in his as he bowed down and placed it on his forehead as if vowing to her. I couldn't make out what he was saying, but I could tell that it pained him just as much as it angered her.

She immediately took her hand out of his and rushed away. It seemed she was angry at him. I wouldn't know. I had never seen her face. I could only judge by her reactions. I followed her until I couldn't anymore.

We were in what I believe to be a town square. There stood an anvil and under that anvil was a stone. It was from there that the woman fell to her knees and wept quietly in front of the rock. Although I could not fathom the anguish she felt at what had just transpired. I could feel the pain that she felt and I immediately wanted to cry with her.

"Don't cry." I shouted.

But to no avail. I could only watch as everything unfolded before me. As agonizing as that was, I had no words. Merely because I was an outsider that didn't belong here, I could only listen and watch her suffer. I could only know nothing.

I walked toward her, but the more I tried, the more I felt that something was holding me back.

I could feel myself awake from this dream.

Eerily, a voice said to me. "It is not yet time."

And my eyes shot open. Why do they hurt? I started to rub at them and I felt tears streaking my face. What the hell was that?

I got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to see the damage. Yup, my eyes were really red and I looked like a wreck. Damn shame I didn't have the plot armour that heroines and heroes have in shows when they wake up and their makeup is still spot on.

Regardless, I didn't really wear makeup, so it was more a problem with getting my eyes to stop being red and swollen and also getting the drool and tears off my face. Best thing to do in these cases, wash my face with my 5 step skin care routine and brush my hair because it is currently an unruly crow's nest.