The AwakeningPure white walls drift into my vision--wither I am asleep or awake, it doesn't matter...I see it all day. Perhaps that means it'll actually happen...I don't know. The story is always the same, but still it continues on, every day, every time. Am I supposed to stop it, or...what? Why am I getting this? Am I alone with this nightmare or are others having it? My questions, too, fade away with the day as this world I live in is traded for the one that has yet to happen.
The further I walk, the clearer things get, until I can see more than just white walls. Blue lines traverse the walls all the way to the end of the hall and around the corner. Faus marble tiles paint the floor, faded, worn, and grimy with time. Shadows pass by me--humans, I assume by the vague figures I can see. A soft, warm summer breeze brushes against my skin, and I notice a window at the end of the hallway that is slightly ajar. Outside, it's bright and pleasant, with luscious green hills and thick woods--a co