Blue

I was running through the forest like death was chasing me and I wanted to escape it with every bit of strength I had. Breathless, exhausted, drenched in sweat I felt myself being pulled into a void of darkness. With a heart that was like in the claws of fear and a soul that wavered, tears that were an acquaintance I looked around. Nothing but nothingness.

But then after maybe a minute into the hole of misery, I found my surroundings gradually morph into something else.

It was a bedroom, themed dark blue and chocolate with hints of gold. Heavy curtains and velvet beddings. But nothing compared to what I saw tucked under the softness of the velvet blanket.

There was a boy, but I saw how he nearly looked lifeless. The only thing making him seem alive was the pair of honey-colored irises.

I saw myself moving towards the boy's bed, sitting on the chair seated beside the bed I took in a deep breath.

Slowly placing my hand on the boy's forehead I trembled involuntarily and he sucked in a breath. He was ice cold, my hands were fire to him.

A tear slipped down as he closed his eyes. Leaving a thin wet trail on his pale skin.

And then I witnessed how the skin of my hand started shimmering and the boy's breath started becoming even.

Minutes passed, I was patient, and when I saw that my skin no more had the glimmers I pulled my hand back.

The boy uttered nothing but just closed his eyes, and I found myself running out of the room, again falling into a cloud of darkness.

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I woke up, heaving, beads of sweat traveled down my nape. Heart raced just like it did in the dream, I felt chilled.

What was it? Who was that boy? And why did my hand glimmer when I touched him? My hand never glimmered like that.

Wiping away the dampness from my forehead I looked at the first soft rays of sunlight that fell into the room through the window, indicating the start of a new day.

I knew it would be a long day ahead and a longer night. As it would be the fourteenth of the moon today, a full moon night.

Where others celebrated together, ate, danced, and I cried out my pain, alone.

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All-day, doing my work, painting the pots, I kept remembering my dream.

Vivid, like clear water. A sensation of uneasiness settled in my heart and I found it hard to complete my work. Unmotivated, feeling weak.

After forcing myself to paint all the pots that I had made the previous week, as that was the only source of income for me, I sat on the chair in my little porch.

Silently waiting for the night to fall, not wanting to eat anything tonight as always I tried to think about all the other things but my mind kept drifting, my thoughts dragging me to think about the dream I had last night.