Sleep Part 2
I was in a meadow.
Sunflowers covered every inch of the tall grass.
A smile formed on my lips as the comfort of safety unveiled itself.
I breathed in the air and bent over to smell a sunflower- bliss.
I turned around to see what else lied in the meadow and a gasp escaped my lips.
It was the woman from the street.
Her hair flamed and my skin sizzled with every step she took as she got closer and closer.
Her nose slightly grazed over my own.
She lifted her hands up to her hair- her fingers ignited.
Her fingers clamped on to my wrists and my loud screech echoed around the meadow and the woman belted a cruel laugh as my wrists instantly scabbed.
She grabbed my face and forced me to look into her sinister black eyes.
I felt my cheeks melting away.
For the first time I looked directly into her pale face.
Burn scars zig zagged across her forehead in a strange pattern.
My eyes grew wide as I realized the pattern was of a pentagram.
I looked into her eyes and found myself unable to look away.
Inside her eyes a scene took place.
I saw myself.
I saw her.
She plunged a knife into my heart.
My body shook uncontrollably as I saw myself perish.
I regrettably moved my eyes down her body to see a shining and jagged dagger in the bony hand of the fiery woman.
She smiled a crooked smile and I could see her yellow teeth rotting away.
The anguish of defeat filled my body and I felt my strength melt away, seeping out of every pore.
A scorching pain found its way to my torso.
I looked down and saw a dagger protruding out of my stomach.
Blood seeped down my body- staining my clothes and the beautiful grass that was once a pure green.
A salty tear fell from my eyes as my body hunched over the blade.
The woman kneed my cheek and then I suddenly found myself in another scene.
This time in my bedroom.
My blue curtains swayed in the corner as the open window greeted the icy winds.
Sweat stained my shirt and my heart felt as if it might explode because of its extreme rate.
I gazed around my dark bedroom and realized the comfort of safety found its way back into my sleep once again.
Copyright © Brooke Allen | Year Posted 2015
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