And then I switch violently to a different place. A place where I could almost smell the ocean, and savor the salty water on my taste buds. Swimming with whales on rippling waves was an old occurrence, a commonality in my day. We could understand each other, and I felt the ripples across their grey, rough skin. Scars from past wounds are like crevices. I put my hands in their mouth, and feel the plankton rush in between the baleen of my friends' giant jaws. Here there is no danger, only peaceful serenity that couldn't be stolen from even the meanest and most ruthless bandits. Such beauty--a whole new world. A world that will soon be stolen away. As the alarm clock yells at me, I disappointingly open my eyes. Reality hits like a train wreck, and I lay motionless in bed, the downy comforter still has me swallowed whole. I cringe and grimace at the long day ahead of me.Why is it that I always get awoken from the good, wondrous, magical dreams? Not that the scary, bloodcurdling nightmares (the kind that send chills up the spine and leave one eerie) are not amazing in the sense that one's brain would even think of that during slumber, but.... Once fully awake, I realize that I am no longer in a fairy tale. This is reality. Realness. As I crawl out of bed, my feet hit the cold floor, and I look for the nearest warmth--my coffee cup.
.a night's visit.
The exotic creatures from those like fairy tales awoke. No longer were they held tightly by the binds of a book. More colours than the standard pencil box could even begin to hold. Huge, miraculous feathered birds flew away like giant fire-breathing dragons, their golden wings took off into sun-light starry nights. I too, fly with them, on their giant backs, and to them, I weigh nothing. I am air. I take view of the green, luscious earth beneath me. The smell of dew permeates through the thick, fog air. There is music in the breeze, an orchestra of leaves plays a familiar tune.