some people always think they're right
it was night. i woke up and there it was. a huge carousel. it was yellow, with intricate brown carvings. bright lights shone from around it that blurred whatever was beyond the carousel.
i stood there with a strong sea breeze blowing and a hint of salt in the air. my hair danced across my face and matted against my wet cheeks. i was crying but i didn't know why. i was scared but i didn't know why. there was crowds of people standing around looking at the carousel. everyone was pointing at it in awe, saying it's probably the prettiest, highest carousel they had ever laid their eyes upon.
i realised i was in a blue dress, my hair was long and straight. i was probably 10 or so. i had a bracelet on my right hand and a scar on my left. it was red with a slight bruise, almost fresh. i winced as i touched it, i could almost feel the pain.
as i continued to look at the carousel, it started spinning. people started walking toward it, it was alluring. i stood firmly planted to the ground, breathing heavily. tears were falling down my cheek and onto my blue dress. i looked down and noticed spots on my dress where the tears had soaked.
i didn't know what i was crying for.
the next thing i knew, i was in one of the cabins on the carousel. it was swinging in the wind. i looked into the night sky and a drop of rain fell on my face. i wasn't crying anymore but my face was still wet from the rain.
char was sitting next to me and she was singing a sad song. it was a sad tune at least. she was wearing lilacs in her hair and a white dress. she too was 10 and it's odd because i don't even know how she looked like when she was 10. her hands swinging wildly in the air. the rain starts getting heavier.
i sit in the cabin and look down. there between my feet, a few stories below me, he stood there.
he looked old and like himself. like he was 19. he's arms stretched out toward me. he said come here, i want you to come to me.
i hopped off the cabin and char just stared at me. i ran into his arms and he lifted me off the ground and hugged me. like a father to his little girl. after a while, i realised, i wasn't the little girl anymore. i was staring right at her.
i stood there with a strong sea breeze blowing and a hint of salt in the air. my hair danced across my face and matted against my wet cheeks. i was crying but i didn't know why. i was scared but i didn't know why. there was crowds of people standing around looking at the carousel. everyone was pointing at it in awe, saying it's probably the prettiest, highest carousel they had ever laid their eyes upon.
i realised i was in a blue dress, my hair was long and straight. i was probably 10 or so. i had a bracelet on my right hand and a scar on my left. it was red with a slight bruise, almost fresh. i winced as i touched it, i could almost feel the pain.
as i continued to look at the carousel, it started spinning. people started walking toward it, it was alluring. i stood firmly planted to the ground, breathing heavily. tears were falling down my cheek and onto my blue dress. i looked down and noticed spots on my dress where the tears had soaked.
i didn't know what i was crying for.
the next thing i knew, i was in one of the cabins on the carousel. it was swinging in the wind. i looked into the night sky and a drop of rain fell on my face. i wasn't crying anymore but my face was still wet from the rain.
char was sitting next to me and she was singing a sad song. it was a sad tune at least. she was wearing lilacs in her hair and a white dress. she too was 10 and it's odd because i don't even know how she looked like when she was 10. her hands swinging wildly in the air. the rain starts getting heavier.
i sit in the cabin and look down. there between my feet, a few stories below me, he stood there.
he looked old and like himself. like he was 19. he's arms stretched out toward me. he said come here, i want you to come to me.
i hopped off the cabin and char just stared at me. i ran into his arms and he lifted me off the ground and hugged me. like a father to his little girl. after a while, i realised, i wasn't the little girl anymore. i was staring right at her.
a dream like this should make a storybook.
