Late Night Short Stories.

Glassy Sky

Where am I?

I looked around my surroundings and I'm sitting under blossom tree.

Why am I here?

Everything's white and the sky looks like glass I'm sure if I could touch it I think it would break.

I try to speak but nothing leaves my lips. Not a single word...

Is this a dream?

Yes, this is a dream...

A  voice. I looked around and I see no one. Where is this voice coming from?

I'm a voice that is in your head. I'm not an angle nor am I a demon. Your Spirit has called me here. 

My spirit? As in my soul?

You could call it that if it is easier for you to understand.

Who are you?

You are asking the wrong question.

What should I ask?

You need to ask yourself , if your a good person or bad? Who are you?

Who... am I? I would like to think of myself as a kind and warm hearted. I like to think of  myself as a nice person who helps others.

Really?

Yes.

Why am I giving in so easily? This voice should be the one explain why it's here?

I'm here because your spirit told me to help you.

I don't need help.

The voice ignored me and didn't seem to explain anything in full detail.

You think you are a good person? Correct?

Correct.

Let's see if it's true.

The white air started to be filled with bubbles that had nostalgic scenes being acted.

What is this?

Your memories.

My memories?

Yes...

I admired the bubbles for awhile it bounced off of every thing it touched. Not a single one popped. The bubbles even bounced off the glassy sky.

Please, pick one.

I reached my hand out to the one closes to me. My body felt weak and cold. I felt as if I wasn't in control of my body but I also felt really relaxed and calm.

My finger tip barely touched the bubble and it bursted. I was soon surrounded by my memory. I was no longer in a field.

I don't remember this memory.

That's because you were young some of your memories can get lost inside you. Now watch.

I smiled. I saw my younger self walking towards the table where a girl was drawing and she was alone. My mouth made an 'O' shape as I saw what she was drawing.
"Wow! You are so good at drawing!" The younger me exclaimed.