Reality

You’re dreaming.

Reinvent. Imagine. Create.

Close your eyes. Count to three. Then look up, and gaze at the horizon.

You are enticed at it’s striking mix of orange, pink and purple. A beautiful harmonious blend of these three colors at the horizon. It decorates the sky; it surrounds the sun. Now the sun, a soft and tired glow, lights up the sky. As If this was his last hoorah for the day. And then you realize, it is sunset.

Now close your eyes again. And listen. You hear laughter; children’s laughter, adult’s laughter. You hear your friends’ laughs and you feel your mouth creep up to it’s sides. Escaping from you is a smile. After a moment, your ears pick up another sound. You recognize it immediately seeing as you can feel it blow through your hair as well. Its the wind. Its dancing for you.

Now say you are a dog a sniff the air. Pine trees and wet grass. And somehow, the mixture of these two scents don’t make you recoil but it makes you want to smell it some more.

Now open your eyes and look around. You are in a park at sunset. “Beautiful.” You whispered softly. And then you see them. You’re somewhat dysfunctional family of friends. They brought their kids. They are gathered around a blanket full of food. Some of the kids are playing outside of the gathering though.

You can still hear their laughter. A high pitched sort of sound that is full of joy and wonder.

You walk to them, then you start running. You want to catch this moment. You want to be a part of this moment. To have this story of this moment for you to tell and gloat around. To say the story how at this moment…you were happy.

No.

You tripped. But then you got up, laughed it off and started walking a bit more carefully now.

No.

You stumble. Then you fall to your knees.

No.

There’s a pain in your head. It’s throbbing.

No.

The sky darkens. The laughter fades. The smell turns metallic. Your sight starts to blur. You are at lost and you are in pain. You try to scream, you try to scream for help but nothing comes out. It is like there is something blocking your voice to escape your mouth. It is just trapped there.

You curl yourself into a ball into the now cold cement floor. You still try to scream even though still nothing comes out. Without realizing, hot tears start to roll out of your eyes because of the pain. And you start crying. For you don’t know why your head is throbbing so painfully. For you don’t know what is happening.

For the lost of your happy moment.

Then something grads your wrists — it stings — and aggressively pulls your hand away from your face. You didn’t even realize you covered your tear soaked face with your hands. You look up but you only see a silhouette of a cloaked human figure. His — or her — hands were blood red.

You can’t see the face, you’re vision was still a blur.

“Welcome back to reality my dear.”

And this time, you hear your screams.

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