I was seventeen, when I first when dreamt of death, or rather how I would die. It was fire, I was alone at home waiting for my parents to return. Eager to inform them on my achievement at school, what achievement it was, I do not remember, but I was restless. Restless enough to know something bad was about to happen.
I could sense the temperature rise, funny, had I not adjusted the thermostat just a few minutes back? Then why do I feel like I am in a bowl filled with boiling oil? Taking off my overcoat, I walk down the stairs to readjust the thermostat, that's when I see it. Orange flames dancing together rejoicing my forthcoming death. I run towards the kitchen, cursing all those times I didn't pay heed to mum explaining where she kept the extinguisher. Banging cupboards in defeat, my only way to escape was if someone noticed a two-story house on fire! On any other night, our neighbours would be very interested on whats happening at our place, but today, it was as if my house was covered with an invisible cloth. My screams were silenced by the walls. Windows and doors were already consumed by the giant orange creature. As I dialed the number I knew by heart, I could see the stairs being devoured.
Not reachable, both of them. I sit down, crying in despair as I slowly burnt, waiting for the dream to end.
*Authors Note *
Hi Guys,
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Love,
Eva
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