The future nauseated my frantic search. All the people I knew, or had ever met, gathered there in that seemingly small but never ending house. Ignorant of the yard or what was beyond its reach, but the shades were pulled and I did not dare draw them back.
Trying not to create a stir, I casually traveled from person to person inquiring about the final test. With a turn of their head, I was given a quick explanation of the ease. And yet with the simple explanations, I could not bring myself to understand. Upon my further questioning, a hand was blown through the air, a smile crossed their lips and I was told not to worry of the coming simplicity that would all make sense in time.
Not knowing what to expect in anything beyond these borders, I ran, pushing through the crowd collecting, dressing, and preparing. Pushing through a group, I stopped to inquire if they drank, seeking to calm my nerves. A stern answer assured me of their keeping far from what I sought.
Rushing, rushing on. He had arrived. They never thought he could. Thought their isolation was insured. Somehow it was known that his presence was just outside the door.
I grabbed the baby and ran, knowing I would pass him, right out the front door. He was short and pudgy but I was terrified, not of him but of the tall darkness that stretched past the sky with looming red eyes. That power was in him.
I tried to fly with the jetpack I had accumulated, seeing it as useless, knowing I was caught, but taking one more step and one more. I felt like I was being pursued and sure at each step the baby and I would be taken.
Noticing my surroundings, we were surrounded by a blizzard. Tall, massive peaks surrounded me. Not knowing how I would survive, I ran to them for refuge.
There was no door, but somehow I entered, I ran through the living room to another door with a down traveling hallway, and another and another until I reached a room with a crackling fire. A young girl stood and greeted me with a smile and her finger pressed to her lips. She was standing beside an easel, upon it was written, “silence” and I read the foreign tongue in English and then saw it revert back to it’s native foreign language. I knew I was not safe, but I was hidden for a little while.
And then I was awoken. But I think that I live. I live surrounded by my dream.