DREAMER

Two eyes. Two blue eyes like a clear sky in the summer’s afternoon, slowly open to a

world of darkness like the dead of night with no moon or star to light ones way. Swirling

around on the ground was a thick blanket of fog. Cold and wet as ice, sending chills

throughout the girl’s body as the fog danced around her like a ghost mocking the living.


The young girl of 17 pulls herself out of the fog of swimming and dancing ghosts.

Her short hair of ice blue, heavy and damp felt as if the ghosts of the fog were trying to

drag her back down to the earth. The young girl manages to get on her feet and tries to

find anything that she can recognize. She saw a dark shape off to her left. She walks

over to it and waves her hand through the fog to get a better look at the object. To her

surprise, it was a tombstone with a name of once was a person who she did not know.

The name was scratched over with something hard or sharp, as if they were to be

forgotten from life as well as in death.


The young girl lifts herself up and notices she is surrounded by tombstones, all of

which was the same as the last, a person’s name she didn’t know scratched out to be

forgotten throughout eternity. She also saw some trees which have lost all their leaves,

she moves over to take a closer look. The trees bark was chard and burnt, and smelled of

ash, one touch from her soft smooth finger turned that spot to dust. The trees themselves




looked like hands of the dead, reaching through the earth to the sky as to ask the heavens

to bring them back to the state of their former glory and beauty. Their plea went

unanswered.


The young girl with ice blue hair and blue eyes with her sleek and slender body was

an angel amongst the former living, as if the dead themselves have asked her to watch

over them, an agreement she did not remember she made. She sits upon a tombstone.

The surprisingly the silence was comforting to the young girl, only broken by a gentle

breeze that caused the trees to creek as they swayed. The young girl imagined to herself

the trees were trying to talk to her, and the fog seemed to dance ever more so as to

entertain her as well. She felt safe and relaxed despite being surrounded by the dead. The

young girl looked out into the blackness. Suddenly the fog seemed to rise off the ground

and swirl like tiny whirl pools into the tombstones. The fog returned to the ground. The

moist earth seemed to come to life. Grass began to grow. The trees plea to the heavens

for redemption seem to come at last, its old burnt body fell away, revealing it’s new

refreshed skin leaves sprouted on them as well as some small flower buds that quickly

bosomed. And the life giving warmth of the sun bathed everything in its light.


The young girl saw this and was washed by the warmth of the sun and felt as if she

was reborn. She closed her eyes and stretched out her arms as to soak in as much warmth

of the life giving light as possible. When she opens her eye’s she finds her self staring at

her ceiling. She no longer felt scared of being alone, and to accept the unacceptable. Her

eyes and mind seemed to have a better understanding of life and the world.

You are the light at the end of my tunnel.
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