I'm walking through the corridors. Never ending. Is it a dream or something else? Must be a dream... I keep walking.
I'm routed and re-routed over and over again. I'm alone. In the dark. Does this make sense? I'm alive but I seem to be floating. Over everything and everyone else.
Where did the corridors go? I don't know. But it's a dream. But why am I not waking up?
Everyone and everything else. Happy... I'm happy. They're happy.
Grandfather. I see you. I'm glad someone else is there with me. Ferns? What about them? Yeah, ornamental. Beautiful. So?
Dream. He's gone. Father. Mother. Brother. Faces. Spinning around me.
It's a dream. Wake up.
So many lights... Wow. Big road. But I'm standing on the porch. The road is my veranda. Dream. Wake up...
Everyone's on the other side. It's bright too. Nice. Seems friendly. But I don't want to. Don't want to cross alone.
They're calling me. It's an illusion. The road really isn't there... It's a dream. From which I'm not waking up. Why?
But if I cross it won't hurt. It's a dream. It's so dark here. The house is dark. I can't make out the door to go inside.
They're still calling me. I need to cross. But I don't want to. I'm fading into the darkness. I don't have a choice I see. I have to cross. But all I see are lights. Just moving lights and they're not stopping for me.
And they're still calling me. Fine. I'll take a leap of faith. My family. My trusted friends. They won't lead me into anything bad.. Dangerous. But why?
Why is my mind screaming at me no! Why does it say it's better to fade into the dark? I should try right...?
I tell everyone else who asks that they should... So I should too. I'm not afraid... Am I? No... They're calling. I will go.
It's a dream. WAKE UP!
Why don't I wake up? No escape. Decision made. Move now. Before I'm completely engulfed by the darkness...
I'm stepping. On to the road. Lights are going by me. No hits. Safe... Reached. All hands. Pulling me in? No! Don't push me back!
Hit.
Wake up... Why not now? Isn't it over, this dream?
I'm floating again... But I can see myself down there. Everyone walking over me. No voice. So silent. As Always. The Quiet One. Now bleeds to her death?
Blue lips. White face. Red blood. If this was France, I'd be called patriotic. Too bad I only have blue and white for India. No orange blood and green hair to support the rest.
Let's see. They're happy. But He isn't. Grandfather? What is this about a fern? I'm in the dark about what is happening. Yet all you do is a push a fern in my face.
The predecessor of terrestrial plants. Pteridophyte. One of the first to creep on land and conquer the landmass. But I'm no fern.
Simple in its beauty, simple in function yet such a complex nature in itself. If it could think I wonder if it would've been afraid to move away from water completely. Maybe.
Over-thinking kills. Now I know it literally. I shouldn't have crossed. Should have stood alone. Should let myself be engulfed in the darkness. It would've been gratifying.
All that is light need not be good and all that is dark need not be bad.
I lost my chance.
Now I have neither - Dark nor light.
I want to wake up. But I'm not... Why? Wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup. Maybe if I keep chanting it I will. I want to forget all of this.
It worked.
Opened my eyes. Darkness. Of course. It's early morning... Still time for the sunrise. A fern. What was the rest?
Grandfather. Specimen collection? Gardening competition? Decoration? I don't remember... Maybe I don't want to.
Maybe it's just better to be in the dark. As I am now.
I am. In the dark. So simple. Now sleep...
