Off To Wonderland

I Dreamed I Was Dreaming...

By the time Amber made it home it was way pasted midnight she stumbled into her room giggling drunkly and landed on her bed. She pushed her face deep into her pillow and let out a happy sigh. She turned to face her alarm clock, and spotted a little zip lock bag, holding a little blue capsule. Amber stayed in the bed and reached for it; taking it out the bag she popped it into her mouth and swallowed. She started to fall instantly; she guessed it was the mixture of the alcohol with the pill. She closed her eyes waiting to hit the floor to tell her she was in the circle room, but she never did. Instead something nudged her arm and she groaned rolling away from it. The thing then wrapped its arms around her waist and snuggled into her back. Her eyes shot open and she whipped around to see Emma sleepily smiling at her, as the two of them lay on the inn bed.

She gawked at Emma and then looked around the room; John and Chalet were sound asleep on the other bed. Emma snuggled close to her breast, and took a deep breath. Amber looked outside the window and saw that it was dark. It’s still night she thought. Suddenly feeling tired she lay back down and pulled Emma close to her, closing her eyes, and drifting off to sleep.

“Amber,” a voice whispered… she turned to see who it was but only darkness surrounded her. “Amber,” the voice was soft and distant, as if someone was whispering a few feet away.

“Who is it?” She asked, squinting her eyes in the darkness, “who’s there?” a warm wind blew, across her cheek and it felt like strong finger tips.

“Amber…” she listened as her name faded, and the darkness became still and silent. She stood for what seemed like a very long time, and yet it seemed like only a brief moment. She took a step forward, swiping her foot in front, making sure not to trip over some hidden object, of her before taking another.

“I’m dreaming…” she muttered to herself, and then a strange though occurred. “I was already dreaming…so how am I dreaming again?” she paused, and thought a little more. An idea slowly grew in to a plan and she smiled.

“LET THERE BE LIGHT!” she boomed. A small spotlight fell from above and landed on her lighting up two feet out in every direction of her. She sighed a bit disappointed. “I was hoping for something a bit bigger,” she grumbled.

“How are you enjoying my dream?” a voice asked from behind. Amber whipped around and saw a figure standing slightly in the light. She could tell he was a ‘he’ but dark shadows covered his face and she couldn’t see much of who he was.

“This,” she looked around at the light and the darkness, “this is your dream?” she asked

“Yes,” she folded her arms. “What?” he asked concerned.

“To be honest it’s a bit boring don’t you think?” she sighed. A booming and warm laugh erupted from the man; it was so sudden that Amber jumped from surprise.

“I can see your point. It is a bit drawl.” He chuckled. She peered at him with leery eyes.

“Is this like some kind of “Inception” move? Like where I fall asleep, in my dream, and you hook me up to a dream machine and take me into your dream, to learn my deep dark secrets?” silence followed her question. 

“I don’t understand what you mean.” He said his voice full of confusion and doubt. She sighed, the man had apparently never heard of such a thing.

“Never mind it’s too complicated to explain…” she trailed off. They stood in silence for a moment, and then Amber clapped her hands. “Well this was fun, but I think I should be going now.”

“How do you plan on getting out of here?” the man asked, curiosity dripping in his voice, as if she had told him the most astonishing thing in the world.

“Easy,” she said, “I just close my eyes and..” she pinched her arm, then opened her eyes again. She was still under the spot light, and the man was still right in front of her. “hu..?” she tried again, but still when she opened her eyes the light was still there and the man was still there. She pinched harder, and harder, but it didn’t work; all it accomplished was making her arm sore and red.

“Why are you hurting yourself?” the man asked. Amber rolled her eyes.

“I’m a masochist,” she said in a sarcastic tone, “I love pain.” She pinched herself again and pretended to moan in pleasure, “ooo it hurts so good,” she groaned. She noticed the man shift, awkwardly, either from being uncomfortable or of arousal. Amber giggled. She normally wasn’t this bold, but since it was a dream, she decided that no one would know her deep dirty thoughts. The man cleared his throat and straitened his clothes. “Why do you stay in the shadows… ‘Sir’?” her voice was seductive and mysterious. An evil and manipulative desire bubbled inside her, that she had locked away in the darkest part of her mind. Again the man shifted and cleared his throat.

“I do not want you to see my face.” Amber snorted, in distaste.

“Obviously,” she grumbled. The man chuckled. “What?” she asked defensively.

“Oh nothing…” he said trying to hold in a chuckle.

“liez,” she hissed, her eyes narrowed, but an entertained smile played on her lips, “spill,” the man sighed.

“It’s just… I have never met anyone quite like you before.” Ambers cheeks, lit up, and she suddenly felt shy, so she looked at her feet. “You constantly surprise me.” the man continued.

“How so?” she asked looking up at him in curiosity.

“Well, when you think no one is looking, you’re silly. The next moment you’re shy, and then suddenly you're so confident and… and… well... sensual… then you turn back to shy…” his words hung in the air for a moment.

“Are you stalking me or something…?” she asked, “cause if you saw twilight and how Bella thought Edward was cute watching her sleep, and staring at he like a psychopath, then I will tell you right now, I am not Bella and it is not cute, for some creeper to watch me; especially when I sleep! I am not going to play into some twisted and perverse fantasy of yours!” the man burst into laughter.

“This is what I mean. You make absolutely no sense yet your words still intrigue me, and the way you use body language and facial expressions, makes you that much more alluring to listen to.”

“Oh,” she paused, wondering if what he said was a compliment or if he was making fun of how she talked. There was a loud gong, in the distance and the man turned, hearing it.

“I’m sorry I must get back to my duties. Perhaps we will talk more next time you visit my dreams.” He walked into the darkness.

“Wait!” Amber called running after him, but he was gone.