I had a dream

The Woods

There I sat, staring, eyes wandering all over the flames in front of me. The crackling of the sticks, the faint pop of the fire, the rising smoke, the stinging smell of smoke. The sun was just beginning to rise, the mist gathered around me, enclosing the air, shorting my range of sight. The golden rays was leaking through the mist, as I gazed into the blazing flames and through the flames past the mist I could see an approaching figure. Human? No. It was a doe. A small, golden doe. Her eyes unnatural, yellow and white. Glowing faintly, she stared a while longer. Her gaze was, comforting, I felt. . . Safe. For once in this world we've created I felt enclosed, blocked off from the evil outside our minds. The doe spoke, "How have you been, youngling?" I opened my mouth to talk but no words could form, only stares. She understood. "How have you been at your home?" Again no noise, no movements, just transfixed in one another's gaze. She gave me a slight nod, "why do you hate yourself so?" She questioned as if she could read my mind. I couldn't speak, this time because of my thoughts flooding my mind. Not like a bad flooding, more like a river flow. Fast, swift, in and then out. As if they were never really there to begin with. The does stare became gentler, I didn't begin to think it could. She spoke again, "My beautiful creation why hate this world I've designed?" She paused. "Did I not assure it to your kinds liking?" Her eyes began to water, the tears began to slide down her face, the same golden-white as her eyes. I went to stand, but it's as if my legs weren't mine anymore. I couldn't move, I couldn't looks away, I couldn't speak, all I could do was stare. I wanted to comfort the doe so badly. If not for me she would be fine. She whispered, loud enough for my ears to pick up over the sounds of the crackling fire, "don't destroy yourself beautiful, I created you the way you are for reasons I can't begin to explain. Use your likings to your advantage youngling." She said softly and comfortingly, like a mother would her child. We broke eye contact when I glanced at the fire, only to look at her again to see her evaporating slowly, joining the mist. Any trace of her had disappeared, conjoined with the mist mixed with sun light. I didn't know what to think, I stood up. I didn't know I could right now. I glanced around looking for any thing that might help me rediscover the beautiful doe. I found nothing. The fire died out, a slight glow from the embers. I began towards the way I entered the woods, never wanting to return to the society we cherish so. I saw a road. Machines rushing past, I began to walk home, wanting to return to the woods I so hardly knew.

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