Butterfly Girl

2- Dreams.

I like my dreams.

I like them because this reality is boring. In my good dreams, I could be anywhere; the sea, a forest, even another planet! in these dreams the only way to get back home is to find one odd thing out, either something I've never seen before or something that doesn't belong. Once I found a swimming pool in the middle of a forest! My good dreams make me happy, but sad at the same time. Before I came to the 'home', I could stay in my good dreams for days, sometimes weeks. Now I have to run frantically and find the extra piece of the puzzle, the one piece that doesn't fit.

My bad dreams are always the same.

I'm running through a dark corridor, in what seems to be a house. The walls are bubblegum pink with picture frames of happy smiling children. But the walls are stained with thick blood, and the smiling children don't have bodies. The only way to leave these dreams is to keep on running, to reach the door, or to become one of the smiling children.

I don't want to become a smiling child. I've become rather fond with my body.