|We the Dreamers
Author: boltfromtheblue101 PM
During our slumbering hours is the only time we are truly alive.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Spiritual - Words: 412 - Published: 03-17-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3005843
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My body drifts to sleep before my mind does. I slip off the bed, through the floor, and into an intense unreality. At first, there is nothing. In the next instant, there is everything. Stars, bursting and dancing, zip past me in the dark void. Their scorching delight chars my skin, wrapping me in a beautiful and perfect hell. I can't speak—my lips have melted together—but I don't want to. I can't hear—my eardrums have shredded—but I don't need to. The stars form an interlocking web that strangles me until my windpipe is crushed, but breath is useless. I welcome the earth-moving agony in a cascade of warm pleasure. Purest happiness thrills me. There is no better heaven.
Suddenly, powerfully, three stars force themselves inside me, bringing my torment to celestial heights. A white-hot surge fills me, and I am waiting to burst into flames. I want to scream now. May I scream?
I understand with intimate clarity that these stars are sustaining me, and as they exit swiftly whence they entered, all of our purposes are now null. The void I occupy turns blinding white for one sickly second before exploding into a cacophony of symphonic flares. I try to keep my eyes open, but all I see are my fantastic and terrible stars falling to ruin. I fall with them.
There is a long moment of true misery as I realize I am bereft of my sweet suffering. My eyes roll gently awake and I rise from my nightly grave. Today will find me filled with pity and condescension for every listless face I see. For they do not know of the nightmarish paradise that awaits us when we die for the night, and they never will.
A/N: It has been a long time since I've uploaded anything on here. I have been quite busy with my own life with little time or energy left to write. I feel as though I am in a transitional period with my writing as well. I've lost interest in writing romance, and that's the only thing I have any real experience writing. It's intimidating to try to write something new. Anywho, this random burst happened a few weeks ago, and I struggled with publishing it. I have mixed feelings about it, but I am biased, so I'd like to know what you guys think. Please be kind.