reality .vs. dreams
Coldness stretched its long arms , suffocating the silent sleeping sounds of the girl who lay flat on the gateway to dreaming. Every breeze sung a new whistle past her. With only a tiny opening the air mass managed to escape the outside and into the shadowy room in order to cool the girl who was in bed but also in a far off land somewhere. That Is the magic of dreams it can take you away , far away into any castle, dungeon or even to the very heart of the earth. There Is no coldness there. no chilling void to bring your senses to life and remind you reality is still beating in the concept of time.
Past the window and the silky curtains the desk was messy and still. Whenever it would be used a creaking sound let of to tell the world it isn’t lonely when lent on. Then on top stood a clicking clock restlessly ready to alarm the inhabitant that the sun had rose, the stars had ran and it was time to come back to reality. If was up to the girl the awaiting scream that exploded out of the clock would never arrive. Never to return to earth and her life but clearly she had to awake eventually despite her invisible prays that peeped out every night before her weak eyes fluttered shut. Beep beep beep. there it was , another unanswered pray tossed aside to bring her back. Back to reality. Reality sucks.
