The Girl I Wouldn’t See Again

Recalling My Dreams #3

The Girl

She was a disaster to nature. Composed of molecules ordinary to a feral chimp, her face shared similar features to that of a primate, but her mind was distant from those instincts.

I knew she loved me.

We were surrounded by a cluster of trees with odd twisting paths of shaved grass leading from the park.

I don’t know how I got here.

The Queen

The sky was bright white hidden with infinite wisdom, but my eyes were locked on the one who caused terror in her heart.

Your people called her queen.

Icy stares and harsh weather, she breathed forty winks of permanence to any poor soul that crossed her way.

This was before she met me.

She boomed thunder from her lungs, piping silver flashes indicative of her rage and strength. I was all but deterred and bit a laugh threatening to crack through the gaps of my teeth.

Then she pursued me.

There wasn’t enough time in the world to blink, breathe, or formulate a thought in the stretch of her legs. My life sounded of a flute soothing turquoise to skies mimicking death.

I didn’t know what happened.

Serenity was served in seconds before the world began to shake. A slave to our instincts we started running. Pounding the earth until we reached a parking lot with a few cars fleeing in a terrified rush.

The queen was dead.

The Girl

We secured a ride borrowed from strangers offering transport in the trunk of their vehicle. There I dozed in and out of consciousness drooling pools of saliva on the shoulders of creatures unknown.

We didn’t speak once and I sensed her frustration.

She conversed with strangers in the back seat while jealousy seeped into her pores. I was lying on their shoulders instead of hers and when I woke, we still didn’t speak.

Somehow, we made it to a market with limited supplies. We shopped for resources to replenish for the journey ahead. We dispersed selecting items sustainable to our arms.

I chose bottled water and spotted her at the front checkout. She didn’t have any items. Instead, I could taste the burn of her frustration and I knew it was time to speak.

‘I need to talk to you.’

The words sounded, yet I didn’t feel my lips move. She heard my intentions.

I guided her to the exit contemplating, How was I going to tell her she existed solely in my head?

As I moved, the scene became blurred. Suddenly, my conscious floated and, I emerged in darkness.

A dream.

Opening my eyes, I sat with the last images floating in my mind.

Did she deserve to know that I made her up in my head? I thought so.

But after that day, I never saw her again.

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Thank you for reading my strange dream or — rather I’m sorry I put you through that!🤭

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