This is another dream I had that I felt I needed to write down.
I had grabbed my coat off the coat rack, casting a sullen look to the empty palace that was my home before turning and walking out the big, wooden front door. The chilly, rainy air nipped at my nose, biting it with a frosty fang, and I closed my eyes to take it in for a moment before walking down the little path out my door. The feeling of a heavy rain cloud over my head followed me as I sighed heavily, my mood as downcast as the weather. I trudged onward, but without warning, the ground around me flipped like a switch from the soggy earth and wet concrete to a clear, blue sky.
I fell.
I fell and fell, the wind whipping my hair harshly against my face as my body plunged into eternal sky. My house was not in sight, and I was certain this was my fate to plummet forever. That was, until I suddenly hit a soft, pillowy ground. I sat up and used my fingers to push my thick, mocha hair out of my face before glancing around, realizing the pillowy ground was no ground at all, but a white, fluffy cloud.
I slowly rose to my feet, my arms instinctively moving out either side of me as I had to find my balance before surveying my surroundings. The sky around me was blindingly bright, the blue as pure and pretty as any sapphire on the planet. The pillowy clouds around me floated lazily about. My breath was shallow as I took in the view.
Then, the clouds seem to shift, and I felt a presence approaching me. My eyes shifted to the left, and there coming forward was a figure; a woman. As she cleared the clouds, I was taken away by her beauty. Her hair was long and billowed softly in the breeze; it's locks were an inky, black contrast to the bright background behind her. Her skin was a pale color with hints of melanin, and the shape of her eyes made me guess she was Korean. Fitting nicely against her figure was a white dress which was long and loose; a typical summery dress, but on her it looked elegant and angelic.
Our eyes studied each other closely, examining and taking in each other's appearances. In comparison to her, I probably looked like a bum, but when we locked eyes and she smiled, my heart fluttered in excitement. Then, she reached out a hand to me. My eyes studied it, tracing the lines of her palm before I tentatively placed my hand in hers. Her skin was very soft and warm, and I felt very safe in this moment. Then she turned, pulling me with her, and began to walk down the cloud.
I had no clue where we were going, but I trusted her as my guide, so as I held tightly to her hand, I followed her obediently. Only mere seconds had passed before I took notice the clouds were starting to encroach around us once more. Soon, we were in a thick, snow-white prison, and I couldn't even see our hands intertwined anymore. I was afraid, but to make matters worse, I stumbled over a thick clump of cloud, and let go of the girl's hand instinctively to catch myself from falling.
Panic set in as I realized, I was trapped in the clouds. I couldn't see anything, so I blindly reached out in front of me, grasping at nothing until finally a hand had found mine once again. I took notice that the new hand was much bigger and grasping more firmly than the girl's. Then, the clouds parted again, and to my surprise my eyes locked themselves onto a pair of intense, dragon eyes. Well, not really the eyes of a dragon, but of a man. His silky, brown hair was sort of messy and long, but it looked so soft. His eyes, which were a deep mocha, reflected the gentle soul he was, and my heart fluttered when he smiled at me, his dimple a cute cavern in his cheek.
I looked past myself and began to notice the sulking way his shoulders seemed to slump. His eyes, though showing he was a kind soul, reflected a lot of grief. I wanted so badly to bring his pain away, but I noticed in the reflection of his eyes was a scene below us, so I looked down and gasped as below us suddenly was an expanse of ocean, and floating in the waters were six figures; men. They were all roughly around the same age range, definitely the same race, and what was more unsettling was they all stared directly at me.
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RandomI guess this is like a book of one-shots. I just write, I have a poem book where I vent, but sometimes I can't express what I'm thinking in just a poem.