I was standing on a bluff looking over the valley of our forefathers.
The wild summer winds that bring the best storms were acting up down there, ripping up trees and flinging them about like a child in the midst of a tantrum and I could hear your voice calling out to me. The words rushed by my ears and I could feel myself getting swept away by them as the winds picked up. And I knew then that they saw me and you had been screaming at me: run, run, run!
I turned to flee back through the woods and they took me by my heels, flinging me higher than I had ever been. The world became a blanket beneath me and soon I felt myself pushed through the clouds higher, and higher still. I could feel my lungs beginning to burn as I held back my last breath and my eyes watered as I saw the blue marble that was my home flung far off in the enveloping darkness.
My ears hurt and I could feel my hands aching.
I bit through my lower lip, praying that I could keep the last breath in, but already I knew it was too late as I made my way through the Lord's Prayer. I tried to bring my hands up but my arms were bound by the wind. I thrashed against my bonds and knew that there was nothing I could do.
I would die here. Far from home, away from you and all I've ever known.
It was then, as my lungs burned hotter and my throat choked that I rolled over and fell from the bed gasping your name.
This is a beautifully written piece. The imagery of the storm, the voice calling out, and the feeling of being swept away is haunting. The transition from the dream to waking up gasping adds a raw, emotional layer. It reads like something from a collection of short stories.
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Thanks for sharing this haunting tale. 🗡️🌙