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Dreamer's Lament
The world behind Lily's eyelids
White.
Lily glanced around herself in confusion. She was barefoot in a field full of flowers, trees surrounding her. What could possibly be wrong with that?
All of the plants were pure white, stems and all. A quick glance over herself and Lily realized to her displeasure, that she was also garbed in a white dress.
Her ears strained for the sound of animals; but the only sound was the wind whispering through the colorless leaves of the trees, the white grass beneath her feet.
With a confused frown on her face, Lily's tan skin and amber eyes stood out among the white scenery. She almost resembled a lost child, unsure and almost afraid of where she was. Her mouth opened, as if to form words.
"Hello?"
Her voice echoed strangely, and Lily whipped around at the sound of irregular rustling. She felt a bit sluggish, and almost detached; was she dreaming?
A puppet fell out of the bush, and when Lily drew closer, a slight smile grew on her face.
Yep, she was dreaming. The small puppet turned to stare at Lily with cute button eyes and a grumpy frown sewed on; the cloth it was made of was green. Lily kneeled down and offered a finger to the small puppet; it slowly stood up, stumbling slightly.
The bush from where he came from rustled again, and Lily watched curiously as a barrage of puppets began to reveal themselves. She realized they all had a resemblance to her friends, and she couldn't help smile.
The puppets tugged on Lily's dress as she stood up, pointing in a direction through a darker patch of white trees. She had no choice but to follow; this was a dream, what harm could it do?
After a while the tree's white coverage began to give way to black, gnarled branches until the only leaves were a tainted grey on the ground. The sound of carnival music was caught by Lily's sensitive ears and she hastened her step, curiosity getting the better of her.
It was only when she reached the strangely familiar rusty gate when she realized that the puppets had mysteriously disappeared. Dismissing it, she put a hand to the gate, suddenly reminded of the time she had been swallowed by Chesherr.
As if planned, Lily felt the skin of her hand slice open when she pushed the gate. She jerked back with a small curse, watching a small cut on her palm sting and bleed.
The circus music grew louder, beckoning Lily inside the gates. She sighed and shook her head, staring at the brightly colored tents on the inside.
This was going to be one weird dream.
 Siyaahi · Sat Dec 03, 2011 @ 10:53pm · 0 Comments |
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