A Dream

I fall asleep.

I am inundated by exotic air.

My tattered abode eases all anxiety.

My brain begins to interrogate my heart.

Quickly my solitude is interrupted.

I become incumbently devoted to this whimsical lifestyle.

Each slumberous second prosecutes a lifetime.

I run, I jump, I scream, I cry, and I smile while my eyelids slowly kiss my corneas and my left ear flirts with the pillowcase.

My surroundings are foreign,

Yet somehow my body makes every movement with certainty.

I am running from something.

My heart is like a thunderous cloud hunting clear, blue sky.

I feel sand beneath my cold, naked feet.

I am sedated by each sinking step.

I look to my right and see the ocean, blue and bewitching.

I smell the salty air and embrace the chill breeze sifting through my chestnut hair.

The sky is an unlit shade of blue infiltrated by pansy pink, lavender, and pastel orange.

My body grows enervated and loses the ability to keep racing the shore.

I halt and position my hands on my knees and catch my deteriorating breath.

A placid wave arrests the tip of my toes giving my body sudden ambition to launch.

I race the shore once again.

My mind is clueless as to what I am running from, but my body drives still with certainty.

Pansy Pink, lavender, and pastel orange begin to bleed into the blue sky with even greater intent.

The thunder consuming my chest begins to track down clear sky, though I am still insistent on running.

The something is following within reach behind me.

I pick up my pace in attempt to win the race I have embarked upon.

A rapid feeling of warmth penetrates my body.

I have lost the race.

I halt once more and direct my attention towards the water, transfixing and angelic.

The warmth becomes forceful, causing the thunder in my chest to accelerate.

I turn my head behind me and see what I have been racing all along.

A astronomical pellet of fire has climbed the horizon.

The dark shade of blue once existing above me has disappeared.

A tye-dye-like horizon robs my lungs of breath.

I gasp for air and fall to the ground, clinching sand in my fists.

I close my eyes to this beautiful sight and open them to reality.