Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Dream

I lay in bed, waiting for sleep to swallow me whole. I hear the wind howling outside my window and a train chugs by. But soon the noises begin to fade into mere background sounds. Barley audible at this point, I slip into a deep slumber. Although I know that my body is still asleep in my four-foot wallk-up with my parents asleep uptairs, I am in a whole new world- I am in my dreams.

In my dream there is darkness, however I can see a blazing light in the distance. I get the feeling that I should stay away from it- the feeling that I usually ignore. The light becomes more visible with each step, and I begin to hear crackling noises. I fear there is a fire and it is taking lives with every second on the clock. In my dreams I am always the hero: the person who saves the day and executes her rescue perfectly. This is the first time that I felt real fear.

As I crossed the blackness I was tripped by an old women in an eerie look in her sunken in eyes.

"Your a fool to go in there, you'll never come out", said the mysterious women.

It's just your dream, nothing can harm you. I thought to myself.

As I neared the building, panic surged through me- that was my apartment building and my parents were inside. I tightly grasped the star shaped necklace that my mother had given me for good luck on my first soccer game. I always hold it when I'm scared. I knew I needed to get to my parents quickly so I ran up the stairs of our apartment. The flames burnt every inch of me as I frantickly searched for my parents and listened for their cries.

But as I took a step, I tripped over a peice of furniture and fell to the ground. I heard a small cry escape my lips as a felt the sharp pain escape my lips as the neckalce made an imprint as it plunged into my hand. I knew I had to get up but the world was going black.

I woke up from this nightmare and found myself gasping for air back at home. But I was not on my bed- I was on the floor. And as I reached up to wipe off the beads of sweat accumulating on my forehead, I felet a sharp pain. I looked down at my hand and saw the star shaped imprint- wait, this can't be happening, this was in my dream! I have to find my parents.

But as I got up to get my mom and dad, I couldn't see past the flames.

2 comments:

  1. You have very good word choice and your story is easy to fallow. It is also easy to imagine what is going on in this story. Altough you might want to try and leave the reader wondering what is going to happen next.

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  2. very nice word choice I can't wait what for what is going to happen.

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