dream(S)

My ears opened. The sound of wood creaking reverberated around me. A breeze sent chills down my bare arms. The deafening echo of wood brushing wood forced my eyes open. The transition from black shocked and stalled my pupils blurring my vision so that everything almost came into focus in slow motion. Bright light filtered through with patches of green and yellow. I realized I was looking out a window into a massive garden. There were colors I couldn’t name and plants I had never heard of- but all of it was breathtakingly beautiful. BAMBAMBAMBAM. Bam. My body jerked up and remembered to breathe. The room was narrow and it stretched for miles; along the sides of the walls were small wooden beds. There were thousands of them, all shoved within centimeters of one another, and each one containing a child of about 13 years. I noticed that every bed was perfectly aligned so that when lying down the child could look out a window into the garden.I was also in possession of a bed. A loud screech turned my head just in time to see a bed topple to the floor. The child began a stomach turning scream and proceeded to pull its hair out and poke at its eyes. Another bed fell. The child in this bed lay with its eyes open,shocked. After observing several incidents, I realized these were the only two reactions of a fallen child. The sounds in the room suddenly rushed to my ears connecting to my eyes. It was as though the empty space left in the center of the room was needed to be filled with constant noise.The hum of creaking beds, splitting wood, children screaming- eerie silence was almost detached from sight, once again creating the idea that everything was in slow motion. The child next to me fell with a roaring buckle. It killed itself in a matter of minutes. Again I turned my attention out the window but this time my soul was immediately mesmerized. I began to wonder how I could ever live if this beautiful sight were …a breeze caught and my bed fell.I woke up in a cold sweat.