the dreamer

Preface

I ran faster and faster. My cool breath projects white clouds into the darkening night, blurring my vision's path. I haven't looked back, but I can feel his intense presence behind me. Nothing could've prepared me for this adrenaline filled moment. I continued to run deeper and deeper into the black forest with my dress barely hanging by a thread. The blue, flowy silk fabric and my sapphire necklace were the only vibrant things in the forest that night. My pitch black hair covered my caramel toned skin, making my face almost unnoticeable. The slight quiver of my pink stained lips was uncontrollable. I was so scared to look back, so I just kept running further into the pitch black. The exhaust in my breath was very audible. I started to focus on my breathing a little too close until I tripped over my ripped dress. Glancing back, I saw nothing except a dark black wall. I stared for a moment in complete silence. A few seconds later, my vision became clear, and I realized that the blank wall was a person standing so close to my face. All I could see was dark clothing. My head slowly turned away, accepting my fate. My eyes filled with tears, yet none fell. He crouched down and pushed my messy hair behind my left ear. He lifted my face gently. I could only see a silhouette of his fair skin. He then said "It's time to wake up now." In a gentle and familiar voice. His voice calmed me for a moment until all of the sudden I heard a loud snap of a finger and flung up from my bed.