Short Stories

Daydreaming

An original short story.
The shadows grew larger over me, darkening with each breath I took. They asked to call out to me, beckoning me closer. I took a step away, trying to stay in a small patch of light. The more I tried to stay in the light, the more daring the shadows became, beginning to eat up the light at my feet.
"Somebody help me!" I tried screaming, my voice lost in the never ending shadow which continued to consume the light I stood on. "I didn't mean what I did! Please, someone." The last part came out only as a whisper. The light gradually got further and further away, the shadows consuming all that was around me. The longer I stood on the shadows, the colder I became. My breath began to come out in whisks. Fingers of icy cold wrapped around my whole body, causing me to slow down and shiver, "So...cold..."
I tried to look everywhere around me, searching for anything. All I saw around me was darkness. The light, quickly fading, seemed so far away, yet if I reached out, I could touch it. I was too cold to move, too cold to think what would happen to me if I stayed like this for much longer.
Then all at once, the light was completely gone.
Suddenly, a warm voice pierced the shadows, "Welcome," was all it said, but that word sent happiness throughout me.
I'm saved! I thought as I tried to turn toward the voice, but was unable to move. "We are here for you," the voice said again. It seemed to come from everywhere, and was so inviting that I just had to find it. I tried croaking out some words, but the only thing that came out was a breath. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder as I lay there. "Do not try to speak; everything will be alright." His hand seemed to rid my body of the icy cold, allowing me to move again. I tried looking for him, but could see nothing except darkness. With no light anywhere, it made it impossible to even look at something that was right in front of me. The shadows had consumed everything; I was in an abyss.
"Why is it so dark?" I managed to whisper. Nothing but silence responded to me. I then felt his hand leave my shoulder.
"The closer to light you are, theater the shadow become," the voice got further away.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I tried reaching out to him; he sounded close enough to touch. I grasped nothing.
Then suddenly, light began to penetrate the shadows. Colors began to pop up everywhere: blue up above, green down below, a rainbow of flowers off in the distance. Shapes of trees began to form, casting their shadows over the grass I sat on.
I turned my head to the right, a pair of bright grass green away looked back at me, "What we're you thinking about?"
I looked down at my hands, feeling the blades of grass between my fingers, "I don't know, just daydreaming."