There is blackness all around me. I cannot see where I am going. I cannot see what I am wearing, but it is heavy. Kind of feels like a dress. What is going on? Why can’t I see?
A single light comes on. The room is huge, and the light is far away. Still, blackness lengers. I am in a ball room, maybe? The floors are made of a dark marble. I am wearing a dress. It is a huge burgundy ball gown–possibly a medieval inspiration. My long curly red hair is done up as if I were attending a ball.
A few people start coming out of the shadows. “Your highness!” They call. I twirl around. More and more people are coming out of the shadows. “Save us!” The people call out. “Your highness come back to us! Save us!
Sandy now steps out of the shadows. What is she doing here? She was wearing her usual black pant suit, but it was different somehow. She looked menacing. “Yes, Gen. Help them. Help them if you can, Genevieve!” She scoffed.
My skin warmed at her threat. “THESE ARE MINE!” I yelled at her. “YOU CAN’T HAVE THEM!” With my rage, came fire. First from the edges of my dress, then from the tips of my fingers. In little time, I was covered in fire. No, I was the fire.
I focused my anger towards Sandy, and my fire followed. It shot toward her and seemed to engulf her. I focused on her with everything I had. When my rage faded, so to did the fire. Surely, that stopped her. I thought to myself. Then the smoked cleared…
… and I heard it. Sandy’s menacing laugh. “This is why you should have never left. You are weak now. You will never be able to keep your possessions safe again! I WIN!”
I shot out of bed in a cold sweat. My sheets were soaked with sweat. “Shit” I whispered. “It was just a dream.” Laying back down the bed was cold, but it was welcoming after such a night terror.
Glancing at my alarm, “It’s only 2:30.” I shut my eyes. Hoping against hope, that I could get back to sleep soon.