The Dream
As she opened her eyes she saw that she was in a stone room that was rectangle in shape. That had a dozen tinted class windows which coved the bleak emptiness of outside world. As she stared, it hit her, she did not know who she was. No past no present. She felt hollow like an empty vessel, a mirror without a reflection, and at any moment her life could be snuffed out. The only things that let her know she was real was a warm breeze that caressed her ghostly white skin, and the pail green light that seemed to slide through the crevices of the room. The light was such a strike contrast to the large brass door at the end of the room. It was opened like the mouth to a great beast longing to swallow her whole. Yet from that same door that filled her with such dread, also came the gentle warm air.

It seemed so familiar but she was not sure whether it was freedom from this room, or the final step to hell. Was this a test, should she stay for all eternity in this room saving her self from the terror on the other side those doors, or delaying something beautiful. She watched the door for what seemed like a hundred years, and who knows maybe it was, time had no meaning where she now found her self.

Finally she took the first step forward. She had to see what was on the other side no matter what it was. She made her way through the door and down the dark corridor. Following the wind that seemed to beckon her. Nothing else seemed important but she just had to follow what ever what was calling her. Was she drifting or walking. She seemed so glide through the hallway. Suddenly, she realized the pail green light was being over powered by a brightness she hadn’t noticed before. Without the pail green light that had been clouding her vision. She now noticed at the end of the corridor where the light seemed to illuminate from. The wind and the light seemed to be one as she stepped forward it drifted around her as if it was greeting her like a old friend. As she entered the room she realized the source of the light was not the room itself but a burning silhouette in the center of the room. As she gazed upon it all of her fear and doubt were swept away and was replaced with a overwhelming rapturous joy that brought her to the edge of tears. It was made for her, or her for it. It was her purpose, nothing else mattered. As long as she had it everything would be fine forever.

But without warning the floor seemed to open up and swallow up the light, and with it all her hopes, and dreams. Her joy was all gone, and she was alone in the blackness.

No one would hear her scream.