Past Recollection- The Lost Christmas

Field of Snow

    Flashes glowing of golden colors run across my vision. They dance back and forth , streaking , almost as if they are being painted on my eyes . It's blurry and seems far away , but the picture is growing , becoming more visible by the second. Soon I make out a field . Earth has designed a golden wheat field with high towering mountains in the distance surrounding me. I am standing, as the tall wheat brushes my legs , with a soft wind combs through it. I assume lightly... I am dreaming.

  The illusion of this land wasn't completely clear. Coiled in a way, foggy and dizzy , like my past dreams had been. I hadn't dreamed of this place yet , this was something new . Although mysterious and unvisited by me before , I felt calm in this field . I felt at ease like I did in my childhood home. Almost as if I'd been here before in childhood or in life... but where was his place in reality ? What's is an actual place or did I just forage it in my mind? Did I create my own Safe Haven.....and if so why must I make one up and not actually have one in life itself?

    As I stand in the assumption of slumber, light freckles of snow start falling from the gray sky. Just a dusting , it starts to heavy itself as I watch . The flakes fall on my cheeks as I look up from their dissension to the field. This is a nice place, I tell myself. A good dream.... if this place was real on Earth , I would come here to escape . To read, to draw....to be at peace. The snow had picked up a fast pace of falling and covering my bare feet. As I look down at my snow-dusted toes , I noticed the clothing I was wearing . Old cloths sewn together in patches, forming a skirt, a white apron covering the front and tied in a knot in the back. A top colored blue with a red sweater covering it, dabbled with white flowers on the sides. Strange choice of an outfit , nothing I would wear comfortably, fashioned for older centuries. How curious....

       On the spur of the moment , something changed in the atmosphere on the field . The wind shifted back , clouds above grew darker and more ominous . The snow fell more intensively and the mountains that were once a peaceful background, now looked menacing as ever a rock formation could. I shivered as any light from the sky was concealed by the clouds , and now what was once a quiet place became loud as the winds spun past my ears. it pushed itself through the trees making them dance , whipping their branches around , warning me that's something was occurring abruptly.

     Wind turned into whisper, as sudden hushes were heard all around me. Their lashes of air from their lips echoed against the mountains sides and broke limbs off the trees. Although I couldn't make out what the whispers said, but I could tell, their words were harsh and violent.

       The voices in the wind seemed to have taken control of the snow, making it swirl around me. The snow formed a tornado around me, the cold snow became ice, scratching at me . I fell to the ground crouching in between my knees, protecting my face, from cuts. The storm was merciless, burning my ears frozen, making my toes covered in white. I could do nothing but scream. Trying to hide my face in my long dress, covering ears, bracing myself for the worst. I could feel the tunnel around me get smaller and condense itself, ready to crunch me down. Isolation, fear, loneliness and eventually panic accompanied me to what I assumed was my death. Screams from my mouth became weaker by the second. The snow and ice began to cut my knees and elbows, eventually grazing my back as well. It was caving in, closer and closer and-

     The cold vanished and a dry air blazed across my body. No longer did I hear whispers, but a calming buzzing sound in the distance. Buzzing at a rhythmic pace and echo through my mind. My body was stiff and cuddled in something soft. The left side of my body seemed heavily weighed down with something . My arms and face felt like they were covered in glue. With my eyes closed I could still make out a bright gray light peeping through. I hesitated to open them, scared I would return to the snowy field, but also scared for the unknown place I was present in if not the field. Was this a dream inside a dream? Was this afterlife? I couldn't find out with my closed eyes so ... I open them.