She was walking with him, a familiar face, a face that made her blush, his name always brought a smile to her face. They were climbing up the staircase now; it was spring below. She saw ice flowers; having no clue how they existed there. She was sure they did not belong there; she knew the place too well.
Frost started covering the steps, invading beautifully from the top most level. It stopped the moment it reached her untied shoelace. It troubled her so she glanced up to look at him. He was still smiling at her covering her cold hands in his warmness . His smile always charmed her, the crease on her forehead released on seeing his face. They reached their destination.
She always wanted to show him that place, the place that had seen most of her childhood. Every thing was exactly as she remembered it to be, even the wild shrubs remained the same size. The house looked abandoned as it did when her family moved away. The place remained untouched, as if time never effected it. Only that it was covered in a thin sheet of ice, crystal like, gradually loosing its shine. She kept observing what was happening around her. It looked as if it were all happening slowly but at the same time. The entire place got draped in shades of grey, it started to snow; at least she thought it was; until she realized they were specks of ash. A reindeer stood a yard away, staring past her. It was all still. The specks of ash remained suspended in the chilled stillness. All of a sudden the entire scenario changed, she knew something was about to happen. Her hands were clutched onto the sill of the kitchen window, it looked as though the house had been burned down. It was rotten, eaten up by the wind after it got charred. Her hands were slipping, the house was turning into ash. Her eyes searched for him, she wanted to shout out his name but she didn't, she couldn't. She was petrified. She saw her hands did not clutch the window sill anymore, they were covered in ash and she slipped into the darkness below as the reindeer's black eyes leered...
I woke up to this terrifying dream a few months back. I still keep wondering the cause of this dream. How did it enter my subconscious. I'm left in a bedlam. So i thought writing it down might help...
Frost started covering the steps, invading beautifully from the top most level. It stopped the moment it reached her untied shoelace. It troubled her so she glanced up to look at him. He was still smiling at her covering her cold hands in his warmness . His smile always charmed her, the crease on her forehead released on seeing his face. They reached their destination.
She always wanted to show him that place, the place that had seen most of her childhood. Every thing was exactly as she remembered it to be, even the wild shrubs remained the same size. The house looked abandoned as it did when her family moved away. The place remained untouched, as if time never effected it. Only that it was covered in a thin sheet of ice, crystal like, gradually loosing its shine. She kept observing what was happening around her. It looked as if it were all happening slowly but at the same time. The entire place got draped in shades of grey, it started to snow; at least she thought it was; until she realized they were specks of ash. A reindeer stood a yard away, staring past her. It was all still. The specks of ash remained suspended in the chilled stillness. All of a sudden the entire scenario changed, she knew something was about to happen. Her hands were clutched onto the sill of the kitchen window, it looked as though the house had been burned down. It was rotten, eaten up by the wind after it got charred. Her hands were slipping, the house was turning into ash. Her eyes searched for him, she wanted to shout out his name but she didn't, she couldn't. She was petrified. She saw her hands did not clutch the window sill anymore, they were covered in ash and she slipped into the darkness below as the reindeer's black eyes leered...
I woke up to this terrifying dream a few months back. I still keep wondering the cause of this dream. How did it enter my subconscious. I'm left in a bedlam. So i thought writing it down might help...
my hand almost slipped along...and into darkness...
ReplyDeletewell written!!
a shackle of the chain you'll find lose and discover the cause... someday!