It's very bright. I try my best to open my weary eyes but the harsh brightness makes the task almost impossible. It takes me a good 5 minutes for me to even begin to squint and try to take in my surroundings through the limited sight I had. The look for anything in the bleak, vast plain was useless however. I slowly begin to realise I am lying down on the floor. It's surprisingly soft for the floor. My eyes eventually get used to lighting, allowing myself to get a full look. I gradually sit up and begin to stand up. I realise how cold it is here.
Even her jacket doesn't shield me from it.
I decide to walk forward until I find something. Not a lot I can do here and there has to be something here right? Or maybe someone who knows what this place is?
I venture through the unknown, hoping to find an answer. I then see a figure in the distance. A very faint figure. I begin to walk faster to try and catch up to them however it seems as though I'm not moving. Or they're getting further away from me? I increase my speed little by little until I'm running. No matter how fast I went, the figure was in the same spot and I wasn't going anywhere. I abruptly stop in my tracks. "This isn't getting me anywhere."
I finally say. I look to the left and begin walking in that direction instead. It doesn't take me long to see another figure in the distance. I run this time to see if approach in speed makes a difference. Unsurprisingly it doesn't. It seems like it's either going further away from me or I'm going nowhere.
"HEY! DO YOU KNOW WHERE THIS IS?"
I bellow out with all my might, hoping they could hear me from where I'm stood.
The next moment, a gentle, familiar voice stated:
"Hello dear. You are dreaming so you're in your dream!"
Her voice sounded hauntingly familiar but I couldn't quite place a finger on where I had heard this voice before. Possibly a friend's?
"What's your name?" I respond back, hoping to get some sort of insight of who this mysterious woman is.
There's a pause for a brief moment before I feel myself being pulled by a force to what seems like a window into one of my memories from my personal point of view. I walk up to it to get a better look at whatever I've been forcefully brought to see.
My eyes are immediately met with my late wife on the floor, me towering over her blackened and bruised face, hand to cheek, tears overflowing out of her crimson eyes. I step back at the unwanted rememberance of my irreparable mistake until I bump into something. I turn to see the same memory playing of Dawn on the floor displaying what her finally having enough of my absent behaviour looked like. Soon enough, anytime I turn around, that same memory shows up everywhere, telling me that there's no real escape from what I've done. I then feel multiple pairs of hands grating and grabbing at my legs, trying to pull me down towards with them. I panic and try to free their painful grip from myself, almost crying from the knife like nails digging into me like I'm the paper and they're the scissors. A pair of pale hands descend from the air and forcefully lift my head up to look straight up.
"I'm your worst enemy and nightmare." The elegant voice finally responds to my question.
The voice belongs to Dawn. My wife. As I slowly let the fact that she hates me sink in, I get violently dragged into the floor with the sound of the red head laughing uncontrollably.
I sit up abruptly in panic and sweat. My breathing is quick and irregular. What was I dreaming about? All I remember is blank white. I try to calm myself down by looking around and naming what's around me.
Bright lamp.
Deep emerald walls.
Sturdy bedside table.
My breathing gradually returns to normal. I swing my legs out of bed and open a window to let some fresh air in. What was that dream about?
