Its a filthy world (tate langdon)

Chapter 1: The Dream

As my eyelids shut, a place I've never been before comes into view. Dark green grass tickles my ankles, bright flowers - yellow, white, purple, pink-litter the ground. The smell of rain sparks my senses. The sky is a deep dark blue. All in all, I see happiness.

I twirl and twirl, giggling as the blades of grass hit my finger tips. A smile takes over my face; a giggle escapes my parted lips. More and more do so, until I'm lying in a heap on the damp green earth. Looking to the clouds, I see a dog chewing a ball in one, a rabbit, and even a bloodthirsty dragon; with fireballs shooting from his mouth. But my gaze leaves the clouds when I hear a twig snap. Jolting forwards, I quickly scan the meadow; but what I see, is less than expected. It's a young boy. A golden mop of curls adorns his head. His dark brown eyes stare straight through me. He's coming closer.

A firm stair is shot at me. My conscious side tells me to run and cower, but I can't seem to move my body. A warm, wide-toothed grin, adorns his face, making his delicate features shine out. Now I can't help the smile that's on mine.

I'm able to move my limbs now; the sticky sludgy feeling is gone. Replaced by an urge to run towards him, jump in his arms, pepper his face with kisses, and never stop. His warm breath fanning over me, his godly smell in graved in mind. But will that ever happen?

My feet start caring me to him, as were getting closer and closer. The closer we get to one another, the further and further reality feels. It's a sudden euphoria washed over me, I needed him; and somehow I knew he needed me.

He starts to dig in his pocket. Once he finds what he's looking for, his long, elegant fingers, hold up the object. It's a key. The key has what looks like vines, or maybe tree limbs, yeah I think its tree limbs, wrapped around it. A red stone sits in the center, in the shape of a heart. In graved is a single letter, T. The key is placed on a silver chain.

Motioning for me to turn around, he grabs the hair from the nape of my neck, placing a single kiss to my shoulder, and then the chain is clasped. Holding out the key; I try to deceiver what T stands for, and also why he's giving me this, what about what does the key even go to? Holding it tight to my chest a giggle escapes my parted lips.

"Does this actually go to anything? He nodes, but doesn't verbally reply." Well what does it go to?" I ask giggling. He just smirks looking towards the now setting sun. The beautiful colors that litter the sky are reflecting in his eyes, pinks and purples. He shrugs to answer my question, he doesn't know? "Do you know what the T stands for?"

He smiles, a knowing smile "yes ma'am I sure do." Then his eyes shift to me, "But I can't tell you, you should find out for yourself."

Pouting I ask my last question," What's your name?"

His face suddenly turns hard, "Don't ask questions you know the answer to."

The meadow and the boy suddenly disappear, and a beeping sound replaces it. Once again I awake to the same harsh soundings, after having another dream about the boy, just in a different place. But this time, I have a key around my neck.