Guess What?

Dream

Finally, an idea!

Where was I?
I couldn't see anything else but black.
Was I floating?

I was warm.
That's weird, how can I feel warm when Finland is no where to be seen?
I frantically turned around, and around, and around.....

Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
No light, no sound, no smell and apparently no gravity. It felt nice. Floating.

It was like I was wrapped in a warm embrace. I felt like I was being near a fireplace. I could almost hear the wood cracking as it burnt.

I smelled something.
It was something very familiar. Coffee, smoke, warm chocolate, and... Dust? I wasn't sure.

A noise.
Well noises. Children? There were small feet tapping quickly on an old wooden floor. Classy music filling the air.

I started seeing spots of color and shapes. I was, in fact, in front of a fireplace! It was surrounded by shelves, some having books in and some having unrecognizable stuff in them. They felt familiar. Everything felt familiar.

I felt comfortable. I was sitting? I looked to my right, seeing a round, brown coffee table. It wasn't big. It had two mugs. Other was filled with hot chocolate and the other with coffee.

The mug that had coffee was lifted by someone. They had red skin. Their hand was big and sturdy looking. Almost like mine. I reached for it, stopping it from disappearing out of my sight.

My hand was much smaller than what I remember it being. I heard a chuckle coming from above me only now realising that I was sitting on someone. I looked up, only seeing more red as a hand ruffled my hair. I couldn't help but smile at the gentle action.

I saw them move their mouth, but couldn't hear anything.
Odd.
Shouldn't I hear like I can hear everything else. Another voice rang in my ears. I couldn't understand what it was saying but it was a child's voice.

My voice

Suddenly my vision sharpened focusing on the much bigger male. He had a black eyepatch with something, painted in gold on it. He had a soft smile on his face as we were having a conversation that I could not hear.

I tried desperately to get something said but my words were clogged in my throat. I tried to scream, shout anything, but to no avail. No one heard.

I felt tears stinging my eyes.
Why?
I was so close to him, yet I couldn't get anything said.

A loud knocking from farter away was heard. The male lifted me off to sit in the arm chair alone as they left me. The walls were fading back to black, swallowing everything. I tried one last time to shout at them, tears rolling down my cheeks.

They didn't stop. The music kept on playing. The smells stayed, but my vision was starting to fade out again. Slowly the smells faded out. The music stayed.

As the salty water drops on my cheeks started to fall the music became corrupted. It wasn't calm anymore. It sounded horrible. It hurt my ears. I could scream. My throat hurt, it was burning.

I was burning.

Everything was on fire. There were pictures falling from above me, they were on fire as well. I felt dizzy.

Help me

I looked at the roof of my room. I think I saw a dream, but it was already out of my reach. I remember that it was a nightmare. I had woken up with cold sweat running down my face.

I turned around to look at the alarm clock, stating the time and waking me brutally up if I had an alarm. 6.49. Huh. I'm never up at this hour. Maybe I could see if someone else was also having trouble sleeping. But if I text someone I might wake them up.

I grunted rolling on my back. Maybe I can try to fall asleep again. Yeah that sounds wonderful.

"Спокойной ночи сын"

God damn it I can't remember what good night is in Russian, and sorry for any mistakes in spelling, I don't really have the energy to fix 'em

Translation :

Спокойной ночи сын = Good night son (hopefully)