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Dream

Subconscious process of a conscious mind.

By Mary Toman Published 5 years ago 1 min read

I was floating, breathing, completely alone.

The light penetrated through the dense surface and made a dazzling display of blue. It projected its marble pattern on my pruny, weightless skin. My hair danced in and out of my peripherals, creating creature-like designs as it was manipulated. Entranced by the beauty around me, I soaked the moment into every pore. I was immensely at peace.

I decided to follow the rays of light down

and down.

A gradient to black. Nothingness. The realization that something dark loomed beneath me disrupted my sanctuary.

I was floating and breathing and completely alone.

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    Written by Mary Toman