I knew I was sleeping.
Not a damn thing made sense, but I still couldn't stop everything from feeling so real.
The pain. It was real. The heart-wrenching feeling stabbed me and I knew I was bleeding loneliness like a waterfall.
I knew where this feeling came from.
It was because of them.
The happiness in front of me was unbearable to watch.
On the front porch sat a woman with an infant cradled in her loving arms. The mother's curly brown hair flowed off her shoulders in elegant waves. Her pale skin made her seem like she was glowing in the sunlight. Her full luscious pink lips lifted into a stunning smile. Her pearly white teeth gleaned elegance. Not a speck of dust could be seen anywhere on the women. She wore a long blue floral silk robe. Her small feminine feet were bare. Her chocolate brown eyes gazed lovingly at the child she caressed at her breast.
The infant, no more than a few weeks old, clung to the mother's chest gingerly, sleepiness enveloping it quickly. Its head was brushed with light blonde hair, almost white. Their brown eyes drooped sleepily. Their fair skin was soft and fuzzy as if touching the world's finest cotton ball.
The afternoon sun made the women appear as if she was glowing. She radiated beauty like a goddess. Her laugh sounded like bells ringing as if they were as joyous as wedding bells. The way she rocked the baby back and forth on the swinging bench made it appear like she was floating, not a care in the world. She was complete, her child the answer to her long lost prayers.
Suddenly, as if on cue, a handsome young man stepped outside and sat next to the woman and her baby. His chiseled jaw made him appear as if he came to life from a model magazine. His blue eyes held oceans of love; it was evident he loved the women he sat next to by the way he looked at her. He swiftly brushed the women's hair behind her cheek and kissed it, ever so slowly trailing kisses down to her chin.
The women laughed, chided the handsome young man, and went back to gazing at her child.
Their child.
The man tentatively reached for the baby and held them in his muscular arms. He rocked back and forth with the child, and quickly they fell asleep.
The family stayed on the rocking chair, as happy as can be. Nothing could break the bond the family members shared.
Except for the onlooker who intruded on their sacred moment.
Me.
I was the stranger, the outsider.
Suddenly, once I was aware of what I was imagining, the mother's and father's gaze directed at me. Their smiles turned into hideous frowns as if they watched me murder their child in front of them. They stood up and slowly stalked towards me. Their eyes became pitch black. The man and women appeared slowly, only pure blackness replaced anything resembling a soul inside their hollow bodies.
If they were human, they surely weren't now.
The women's snarl towards me revealed long canine teeth. Her beautiful brown eyes turned into a menacing red. Her loving gaze was replaced with a piercing one. Her eyes screamed they wanted me dead. Her fingernails became as sharp and long as daggers, blood dripping from the tips of them. She screamed a blood-curdling scream as battered wings ripped their way from her flesh, her back gushing a flood of blood from the wound. The woman suddenly was enveloped in a black aura, and everything she touched became black dust. Even the ground turned into cold, dead stone.
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A Shift in Society
FantasíaShe knew there was something out there. No, not some measly grizzly bear or huge mountain lion. Those were disappearing, and at drastic rates, too. Something was going on in the woods, she could see it, kind of. The woods weren't as quiet as they...
