Carousel Of Dreams
In the departure lounge of wakefulness, she’s drowsy in between worlds. Her thoughts spinning, foggy visions of white horses moving up and down, a joyful ride on a merry-go-round to the cadence of enchanting music, softly enticing dreams.
Light integrates with darkness as starry chandeliers illuminate with a brightness that gradually increases in intensity, a strong invisible force pulling her in. She rides the waves of rainbow-colored lights that surround her on this dark, cold night.
She’s moving up and down again on the carousel, his arms warm around her waist. She wants to be the star that dances in his eyes when his smile turns her way. They ride from love to love; the world blurring in the background, spinning away in a forever moment of golden hues.
Their laughter is like ripples in a pond rising upwards, escaping as fireflies into the night air. It feels like summer with music in full blast, summoning radiant, dazzling smiles.
Out of nowhere, she feels a sudden panic as she turns toward the ambient light. There’s no mistake. The last song is ending, the music is fading and her horse is slowing down in a prancing formation. Dancing ribbons of multiple colors descend and lie flat as the wind dies. No, she doesn’t want this to end. It couldn’t be her last ride. It’s not over. Who is going to catch her when she lands?
Turn on the music. Let the ride continues. She feels for the tokens she has set aside. Perhaps they will let her stay for the next ride. Where is the conductor? Implore him to power up the generator. She must confess her love eternal when they’re together, rotating again around the carousel of dreams, spinning her worries away back into his arms.
Tears well up in her eyes. “No, don’t tell me to step down. The ride has not ended.” She shuts her eyes, grabbing tightly to the pole. Stabbings of pain pierce her heart. She’s sad because she knows she’ll never recover from these wounds. Oh, stop this agony. “Can I stay, please, for the next ride? Don’t let it be over. Don’t let this be my last,” she wails. A steady stream flows down.
The fair is over. The tents are coming down. The magic fizzles out, lights exploding all over, leaving behind puffs of smoke that vanish into total darkness. “Give me back my fantasy, restore my thrill of a ride with you.”
A chill wind blows in her soul. The fog softly embraces the land and turns everything into a blanket of white. The sudden twist of events is too much to bear. She covers her face and drops down to the ground, wishing that the ground would swallow her up, but fate was cruel, leaving her beating heart to witness the loss. She surrenders to the grief, falling deeper into the madness that exists.
Slowly she lifts her eyes, her lashes drench in tears. She’s back in her room. Up above, the moon gently bathes her trembling body with soft rays.