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"Let me out." I cry weakly, my voice sore and raspy from screaming at the guards who disregard me.
I cough, swallowing painfully, thinking of how to get out of this dingy dungeon. My body lies limp and my breathing comes out strangled. Death was almost here, well, at least they didn't torture me, I think.
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I am walking, barefoot through the tall green grass, not a care in the world. I am clean and breathe with ease. closing my eyes, I inhale deeply, and open them to marvel at the beauty of this scene. I've died it seems, and arrived in an eternal paradise.
"No, you haven't died." says a voice behind me.
I turn, the voice comes from a woman with long dark, lustrous, wavy hair, and and a smooth complexion. but, her eyes are the strangest : an emerald green. Every being I had been exposed to in this land had eyes different shades of purple, perhaps she wasn't one of them. Yes, that makes sense, she's not one of them.
No, not really. Nothing makes sense anymore.
"I know it's a lot to take in, especially for a young princess." Her melodious voice says.
"Princess?" I whisper, immersed in confusion
"Yes, you are a princess, and next in line for the throne." She nods.
"But, I don't understand, I'm locked up, I'll be in there forever."
"No, you won't silly child, you will be let out."
She smiles gently, and then starts to fade, everything turns whiter and whiter until it is so bright I can't keep my eyes open to see where it all disappears to.
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I suddenly realize I am not caged up. I lie on a surprisingly comfortable bed. the room is completely white as are the sheets and every other object, the simple night gown I sport, even my tan skin is lighter.
I rise and being to explore this strangely pristine place with no exit. Technically speaking I am still caged up, only one can not tell by the cleanness or sterility. Feeling defeated and without a sense of purpose, I lie back down and think back to the woman in my dream. Me, a princess, I scoff. I don't even know who I am, what my place in the great, big world is, or how to do anything. How could I possibly rule a civilization? The very notion is crazy.
It was just a dream, I'm not really a princess, this what prison does to you, it gives hallucinations. This is all nonsense and not my problem. But it would be nice to wear a crown, fancy dresses with pearls, and eat good food on blue porcelain plates with shiny metal ware.
All of a sudden, an unexpected drowsiness is blanketed over me, my body relaxes and my lids weigh themselves closed.
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