Dreamers

Dreamers awaken to a world that is not the same as the one as they were in before. They are cold and torn; bleeding their realities to the masses- laying on the floor- clinging to the memories of the world that they left behind. They are weak, frail, vulnerable to the destruction around them. They cannot control their impulses and their desires. More so they cannot control the tears that fall. No more than they can control the time of their own awakening. Like a dam it will burst- tossing the dreamers from the warm comfortable and simple lives that they became so accustomed to, and they will plummet into a nightmare of paranoia and fear. Constantly checking around them for the menace that has swept them from their blissful dream.

She lays, twisted in angles, eyes twitching around to see the place she came from- only to see the darkness and the coldness of reality. Her body remains crippled. Unable to move forward or behind she remains in a state of paralysis. The numbing pain inside her thoughts and heart weeps for the warm comforts of someone to take her back to what she once knew… she cries. Unable to accept the loss she clings to only that which she knows. This new world is brittle and sharp- a world she cannot survive in. Alone and scared she lets the memories fill her thoughts to the rim, spilling over in her tears. Warmth. Slight and distant. She opens her eyes. The Dreamer sees wings of light and imagines the lift it will bring to her, praying that it’s warmth and salvation that the messenger will bring on it’s bright wings.

‘take me back.’ she tells the one she christens angel. The light surrounds her, capturing the dreamer between this second and the next- freezing her there. Hope is what brings Happiness to the Dreamers. 

Written by me: Kaitlin Schafer