A world of pure imagination

A world of pure imaginatiom

She drifted again. The melancholy slowly escaped from her heart as she wandered. A block of imagination floating in the abyss of her mind. A mystical world captivates her as she sees herself standing in front of a tall, dark stranger. "Hold my hand Hana, let's run away," he gently whispered.
Boorishly, she let the lines on her hand align with his. A sangfroid smlie abruptly shows up on her face as wrinkles form by her eyes. "Hana!..Hana!". Poof! It all faded. "Hana, please take the plates to the table dear," the voice of another echoes in the chambers of Hana's head. "Yes, mother," replied the sophisticated teenager. Frustrated, Hana quickly placed the plates on the dining table and sat back on the couch. The sound of the soft drizzle from outside and the silence the ticking clock defies, awaken the back of her head.

Running as fast as she can. Escaping the misery the reality has to offer. Holding hands with the man who shows her the beauty of the nostalgic moon. Finally, she is at peace.
Finding herself in a completely different dimension. A world of her own. "Prr...Prrr," Diana, the black cat, jumps on the couch, making herself comfortable in the lap of her owner.
Her owner who finds herself back in the victorian living room her dad had just got renovated. She hears the annoying sound of a news reporter and finds that her mother had just switched on the radio. The young dreamer gently strokes her cat and picks her up. Hana walks to kitchen being led by the smell of sweet apples and cinamon only to find that her nasty brother had already gobbled up the leftover apple pie.

In the front porch, lay a victorian swing Hana's father built after marriage. Her sentiment led her to the swing. Swaying back and forth while staring into the earth's crust which was muddy wet because of the drizzle. The scenery of reality gently fades as she finds herself captivated by her lover's sweaty palms. After a mile of running, they both find themselves in a valley of sunflowers. Each flower dozing because they have no sunlight but the luminous glow of the moon. He guides her with expressions, leading her to sit on the ground. "That holy dream-that holy dream, while all the world were chiding, hath cheered me with a lovely beam a lonely spirit guiding",he gently recited. Every word escaping his lips took Hana deeper into imagination. Only the thwatting sound of a hooting car was enough to break her heart. Alas! she had to wake. Afterall, a painful reality is not as easy to escape.