Sleeping Beauty

Darkness resolved

After lying back on the ground as I did in the beginning, this time a light appeared before my eyes. It wasn't like the sound at all. Soundless like it should be, but so small and probably by someone other unnoticed. This little piece of light did not gave me the courage to stand up and started screaming like a total fool. Did not made me wonder if this was still a dream. It gave me an unknown feeling. I needed to approach it, without any further reasons. I just needed to.

When the light grew bigger, I started to notice where I was all along. A hallway, with wooden walls. Crafted in the most beautiful shapes I've ever seen. The tiles were purple mixed with golden lines, flowing in every direction. As I walked further to reach the light, it drifted a little further right before I could reach it. I didn’t know what I was doing. Stopping was not an option, but neither was walking. Where was this leading me to? The hallway I was walking through seemed to be endless, although the walls and tiles were getting older and older when I walked even further into darkness, with only the light guiding me.

I reached a point where I changed my mind. I wanted to go back. The beautiful wooden walls were replaced by filthy, grey bricks with here and there a little bit of mould sticking between. The floor was all muddy, and so the walking became more difficult. And still, I kept walking. I wanted to stop. I didn't know what was happening. My legs were moving, my eyes did not lose sight of the light. Forcing myself to turn around or at least look behind, the floor started to tremble. Getting away and by that moving forward, quickly became my new intention. I needed to get there. The little trembles the floor made a few seconds ago were now starting to be waves of vibrations. I was almost there, almost there to reach it when this time the floor trembled even more and after that: started to break down. Tile by tile.

The forced walking finally turned into running. There was no time to be relieved at the fact that my legs listened to me again. I almost made my way through, when the tiles before the huge white flash of light  started to tremble right before my eyes. This couldn't be happening. I won’t fall into the darkness like the tiles did. I took a moment for myself to realise what I had to do: jump.

I clenched my fists as I stood before the gap, which was widening second by second. My heart seemed to beat twice as fast, therefore with an increased respiration. This moment, here, did not seemed like the perfect time to stand still and concentrate myself. I tried to ignore all the possible warnings my body seemed to give me and started to run up. I finally did what I was supposed to do all along. After landing in the white, flashing light  I could only remember three things.

One: I never woke up from my coma.

Two: I was safe, sound.

Three: I am dead.