Me was mentally exhausted. Deep sleep came quickly as she hung tight to Freedom’s coarse mane. Soon her mind began to open to the universe. Color and form came forward, taking her into her dreams. She was back at the county garage, twelve years earlier where the incident occurred. She saw herself lying in a pool of blood after falling from her bicycle… motionless. Melody was perched next to her left ear. She was witnessing her invented friend move into another form, no longer imaginary in her mind. She was acknowledging that they were no longer separate…they were one. They now spoke without verbal communication. Me needing only to listen: to feel.
Going deeper into her universe of dreams, Me spiraled slowly, awkwardly, inward. A bright energy was drawing her in as an unidentifiable dark force was pulling her out. Continue reading “Fear-“