Dreaming of Faerieland
Imagine this.
You place your head on a pillow and immediately sink into soft sleep. When you next open your eyes, you will be in an open field. The night air is perfumed with sweet flowers. The sky is black velvet, sprinkled with the finest diamonds. You are not alone.
Less than ten meters away is a circle of dancers. They sing as the spin in a circle, their voices low and haunting. Siren-like. Then you catch sigh of their knife-like ears, impossibly long, bone-thin fingers. One of them has leaf-green skin and hair. Another has butterfly wings sprouting from her back. Another turns to wave at you. His smile beckons, his eyes are inviting. His voice is honey, turning your name warm and sweet as he calls you. You join them without a thought.
Take their hands and dance. You spin in dizzying circles for what feels like mere minutes, but must be hours because when they stop, the sky is rose pink and veined with gold. They release their grip on your hands slowly, reluctantly.
“Goodbye,” one says. You realize he is the one who had called your name. he presses a gentle kiss to your lips and steps away. They melt like nightmares in the coming dawn.
You wake, your heart in your mouth and tears in your eyes. Returning to the drudgery of life.
End.
I've been dreaming a lot lately. Different things each time. It changes; from faeries to vampires to manga to... Whatever. And each time, I never want to wake up.
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