Post by Ekaterina on Dec 1, 2006 22:25:54 GMT -5
Dreams were such pleasant escapes, like fairy tales one chose to believe in as a child; all people with pretty spangled princesses and handsome princes. And in dreams, as in fairy tales, everyone lived happily ever after.
Why, then, were dreams as tenuous as those little wispy swirls of mist that clung for such short moments around the hilltops before they vanished as if they had never existed?
Why did nightmares never seem to end, but go on and on?
Dreams seldom came back, but the nightmares did! Forcing her to relive everything, hear everything, over and over again, until there were words and phrases that seemed scorched onto the very tissues of her brain.
In many of her nightmares there were doors. Long, dark passages and doors. Voices behind doors, calling, crying out, quarreling. Voices tearing away veils, opening up Pandora's box that was so pretty on the outside, to reveal all the ugly hidden things inside.
Secrets, covered up and put away in a box, but always lurking there beneath the pleasant stage-set facade.
Why, then, were dreams as tenuous as those little wispy swirls of mist that clung for such short moments around the hilltops before they vanished as if they had never existed?
Why did nightmares never seem to end, but go on and on?
Dreams seldom came back, but the nightmares did! Forcing her to relive everything, hear everything, over and over again, until there were words and phrases that seemed scorched onto the very tissues of her brain.
In many of her nightmares there were doors. Long, dark passages and doors. Voices behind doors, calling, crying out, quarreling. Voices tearing away veils, opening up Pandora's box that was so pretty on the outside, to reveal all the ugly hidden things inside.
Secrets, covered up and put away in a box, but always lurking there beneath the pleasant stage-set facade.