Waking Nightmare
Thursday 13th June, Story #165/366
On some level, I know there's something weird. Maybe an odd shimmer, how everything gleams just a little too brightly.
My bed is gloriously comfortable. It's wonderful to wake, stretch, and wiggle. My cocoon. Safe. Warm. Smelling of mother's washing powder. I should have a showe-
-the water is hothothot. I luxuriate under it, steam billowing. The pressure is great. Nearly as good as that cosy duvet. Better, because I'm getting a massage across my neck and shoulders. Tension melts out of me. Ohhhhthatfeelsgoooooddddddd. I'm hungr-
-at the kitchen counter. Breakfast is a bowl of cereal, like I used to eat when I was a kid. The sugary kind that had a toy in the box. I know just how it'll crunch, how cold the milk will be. The fridge hums. I can't eat this. I'm not sure why, I can't rememb-
-walking down the street, housekeys cold in my hand, the click of the lock echoing in my ears. I walk faster. Loving the feel of denim and soft cotton on my skin. This shirt is yellow. It's a happy colour, like the sun that's taking turns with the summer breeze to kiss my arms. The smile aches on my face and-
-I've arrived at the park. There's the guy with his bicycle ice-cream stand, selling cold treats. Haven't had one of those in forever! A dog chasing a frisbee, sun glinting off the river, families enjoying th-
-driving, my hands at ten and two like my dad taught me. Shades slip down my nose, and I push them back up, and shift gears so that-
-it's getting dark. I shoulder my bag and stride with confidence towards the glittering doors. Push through into the palpable smell of popcorn, scan the lobby for my frien-
-the lights strobe, music thumps, bodies packed in tight. I squirm through the crowd, money gripped in my hand, try to catch the bartender's ey-
Clanggg
I open my eyes. The grim, grey reality crushes in. Walls, bars, locks, hard cot, toilet in the corner. I want to close my eyes, escape back into sleep. Taste freedom and happier memories. Sighing, I heave myself off my bunk into the nightmare.
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Word count, excluding note: 366
Submitted on Wednesday 13th June at 18.13
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The story behind the story: This one was inspired by a snippet of an interview I saw with (I believe) a member of Pussy Riot, regarding her time in Russian prison. Her dreams were always of normal things, in the outside world, and waking was the nightmare. I will re-work this for the 3am challenge.
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Comments (12)
Did not expect the ending
The jarring jolt between dream scenes and was very well done in this! The ending was a big “whoa” moment!
Once again your writing does not disappoint, L.C. Nice little twist at the end there
Oh wow, was nott expecting that ending. It was so sad!
Even though I knew there was a twist coming, your writing compelled me to read every line to get to the end. Great story telling L.C.
Gosh - you’d need to dream to escape the nightmare of that reality. Great writing!
I don't mind a dream of drudgery. There are worse alternatives. I love the way you structured this, kept me wanting to keep moving.
I love how you captured the incongruent dream environment and activity shifts to create the surreal sensation that characterizes dreams. Brilliantly captured! Great storytelling!
Awe, the poor guys in prison. What did he do?
Oh, I loved the tension cuts and the grim rude awakening!
This was a really interesting piece! The flash of everything, all before the slow pace of the monotonous reality the dreamer finds themselves in. Well done!
Loved this one!!! All the memories before reality!!! Awesome job!!!