Dreams from reality

Picture this - you and me, sitting a tree, promiscuously stargazing. Our souls escape for a moment of blissfully sweet romance once again near the biodiverse landscape hidden from man. Only the sounds of crickets and frogs were there to entertain amidst frolicking passionate muse in between.

We found this spot years ago, near the fishing hole we became acquainted through. All thoughts of us came rushing forefront while my vision was blurred by dirt and branches defying physics flailing way above and back down.

The shuffling of leaves along the branches proved no need for concern until the slicing blades above caught our attention, forcing reality upon us again. Autumn was yet to spring among but was coming near, proven by the green being shrewd around our hiding.

Two propellors, one on each side of us shrieked while the nose between our entwined lips without warning. Forcing us to split displayed a scene too horrid to replay. Turning our heads revealed not a bird (and doubtfully Spider-Man) but a plane intruding our secret place. Bodies aflame as the jet leaked gas-fuelled fiery rain inside the cabin bay was a sight for erasing.

Too late to be saved, we turned our feeble feet and stepped off onto the forest shade. Expecting to be met by the parachute laid as netting while we began the descent was discovered to be no match for the gust of wind suddenly tingling our lethargic bare skin. A few seconds turned into a few more torturous blows to the face and neck as debris from trees and aircrafts met gravity's descendant speed ahead. Doors and window panes barreling without a care to let others prepare were the final visual before closing terrified sights to prepare for painful landing, one that never seemed like it would happen without grasping trees and branches for supporting desperate hands.

Falling slowly,

sharply

as if endless

until entrenched by the feeling so heavily it awakens the living soul from its slumbering conquest.

A sudden shock to the system springs open the eyelids, revealing an unexpected space.

Dimmed lights and a cool breeze warned me that someone was near before the surroundings were made clear. A bedroom - the one I visit dearly - surrounded the bed I laid in. Unwarranted dreams concerned the time to remain linked with a man missing from our shared bed.

1:11 A.M.

read the clock resting on the solid oak nightstand.

Surely that cannot be real, I pondered as I scrambled back into that comforting rest again. It would mean achieving sleep lasting one minute only, with a dream too vivid for sanity! It seems too obscene for comprehension, between the familiar faces in similar spaces being unreal.

Machinery once adored will remain no more after the tragedy unfolded in a resting boggled head. The life Ryan lived being stolen too soon was relived for 60 seconds, dreaming thoughts of you to cope with an upcoming anniversary while forever waiting in the home of someone new.

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This piece was about a dream of a lover engulfed by flaming speed after escaping a crashed airplane in trees for the Just a Minute Challenge.

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