Deep Thoughts

The Awakening

The substance felt odd on my frigid fingertips. While I attempted to see something on the other side, all I was received with were endless ivory walls and empty space inside of them. I pressed against my cage, inquisitive of a reaction of any sort. And curious enough, the substance gave way to the gentle force, stretching out with each push. The object once surrounding me thinned more with every tap until finally dissipating as I stood and walked forward. The enclosure disappeared, revealing a world I had never seen before.

The sky was pitch black with minuscule flashes of color. Additional sources of light flitted around, taunting me with their flighty nature. I was tempted to hold one just to see how powerful I could feel by holding my own light, but the warm breeze scared the insect away leaving me to observe the rest of my surroundings. If I remembered correctly, this was called night. An evening in the summer.

The adorable creature fluttered away to the night sky with my emerald orbs following it. The next sight that reached my eyes may have been the most gorgeous of all. My eyes twinkled with the image of city lights reflected in them. Structures that seemed to go on to meet infinity fascinated me with their height. The stunning view was further enhanced by a rosy sunset whom revealed a new dusk. The display was all too alluring. I had to see more.

Soft footfalls patted the ground as I gently made my way through the landscape. Miniature buildings sat in between the taller ones, intriguing me more. I explored each and every one and had my share of adventure. My mouth watered at the delectable taste of petite pastries in a quaint bakery; my fingers gained a new sort of strength flipping through vintage comic books; my nose practically discovered the scents of all the flowers in a botanical boutique. My excitement continued on to an antique collector's outlet. I paid no mind to the fact dust blanketed nearly every object. I was completely drawn to an item in the back of the store. My feet moved on their own in the direction of a carnation pink, ruffled gown. The dress skirt was layered with many several ruffles decorating each layer. I suspected it had been new to the store since not a speck of dust sat upon it. I had seen this dress in my dreams and always wished to enter an extravagant event with it accentuating my elegance. I wanted it. I needed it. Thus why I chose the item next to it continues to baffle me. I anxiously slipped my arms through the sleeves of the plaid cover up, careful not to remove any of the dust off the jacket, allowing it to reach my nose. Immediately after discovering the jacket, I left with no trace of thought about the dress. Just an empty space in my mind I believe longed for the pink article.

I continued to wander aimlessly through the darkening night until almost colliding into one of the taller buildings. This one appeared different. While all of the other structures depended on bricks, glass and steel to remain standing, this building consisted of a wooden construction. Inscribed in the lower part of the wall stood a white door displaying many worrying chips in the paint. The door opened without my hand reaching for the rusted knob. At the time, that seemed like a welcoming invitation. I walked in. I swiftly halted upon gazing the path to the top of the building. It was a ladder. I was too enticed to care about the risk of falling. I had to know what waited for me at the top. I began climbing.

Adrenaline rushed through my veins. My heartbeat increased to a speed I never imagined possible. Excitement bounced throughout every inch of my body. Every second seemed to last a year. I didn't understand how I stayed connected to the rail with my hands jittering in anticipation. This was the first time I had ever felt such thrill, such rush, such emotion. Yet it all diffused to confusion once I reached the top. All that awaited me was an ancient library holding shelves stuffed with classic stories and yellowing pages. There were three stories of the library. Somehow I happened to land on the top floor. Out of curiosity I reached for a book on the shelf next to me. The cover was a dark green tint with the title of Desire written in gold letters. The whole book contained facts about desiring items and how the brain works when one feels desirous. The book did not peak my interest, thus resulting in its replacement on the shelf. Simultaneously I gazed at the other books on the shelf. They were identical to the one I placed back. Upon further inspection, I noticed this similar trait on all of the book shelves. Each shelf had a unique but uniform color. I rushed down a creaky wooden staircase to discover if this characteristic was on the other floors. It was.

While on the second floor I inspected a red book named Rage. The shelf next to it stored navy blue books covered with the word Devastation. Every book contained quotes from scholars about the emotions and detailed facts that no normal citizen would know. Calling me confused was an understatement and calling me "understanding" was a lie. I hoped to solve my puzzlement on the third floor but it only increased. The shelves had the same color organization except for one. The shelf was empty.

When I was close to the unique shelf I was stopped by a mysterious figure. I thought I had stumbled over something but nothing lay on the ground. I continued on and was halted yet again. This time I fell. I angrily searched for the culprit with no success. Out of what may have been insanity, my hands rubbed the ground, thirsty to find a cause. Finally I touched something. It was invisible yet it felt like a book. I turned it over to see the title: it was Freedom written in bold, black letters. A loud flip of paper caught my attention. The source of the interruption was a girl sitting inside a questionable, large, glass jar. I assume she had a stack of the Freedom books sitting next to her due to the faint outline of rectangular shapes. She was flipping through the pages with a pencil in her hand. No words were written in it either. She slammed the book closed and covered her face with her hands. As I approached the mysterious girl to comfort her, I realized she had on the same jacket as me. Her hair had the same brunette and wavy qualities as me and her white gown under the jacket sent familiar vibes throughout the room. She was me. I realized everything and took off the jacket with a furious speed. I believe the action was so violent it woke me from my slumber.

I stayed laying down on my white bed for a few moments reflecting on all I had seen. The gown was beginning to irritate me. The bed felt worn down. The empty white walls drew me insane with their blankness. I gazed at the plaid jacket laid over a wooden chair that my mom left for me for whenever it got cold in the hospital. I used to ask her for it whenever I felt chilly. I never stood up to retrieve it though. I never walked to her to take the jacket in my own hands. I was not allowed to stand without assistance. I never asked for a different jacket nor asked for anything. I was unchanging. I was traditional. I was weak. I spited myself by standing up. I spited former principles by standing up. I spited the nurse who rushed in to assist me. My look of defiance was the first true feeling of initiative I had ever witnessed.

(A/N)

Now that is a "pride" story. What I mean by that is I'm very proud of how this story turned out. Typically I just throw a story together with some thoughts I have, but this story incorporated several elements that I love like a dream sequence, a weird adventure, new clothes, a LIBRARY, and of course, a central theme. I got the idea to write this story actually by the stress I had been feeling lately. All the things I want to do, deadlines for stuff, and school work have all made me feel trapped in this world of words floating around me. Words that only describe things that might not be important to me later on in life. I wanted to write a story to describe these emotions in an imaginative way, and a way that one girl escaped her boundaries. I hope that this story inspires you to finally try something new or to just chill and relax for once. Any thoughts? Ideas about the theme? Ideas for more stories? Feel free to share them in the comments!

Well that's it for now. Thank you so much for reading!