It
was a dark and stormy night. The lightning strikes exploded and the winds
roared. The trees rattled, shrieked like the floors of the old haunted house. The
trees moved against the windows, casting horrific shadows that could be
conceived as whatever my mind desired. I felt a chill down my spine. I was
scared.
The darkness in the room was piercing, it was very
uncomfortable. I then went to sleep so I could escape the chaos of the big and
strong storm. As soon as I rested on my bed, I fell to sleep. My bed was very soft; it was like sleeping on
the clouds, which made it easier for me to fall asleep.
I appeared in forest, lying on the hard and humid ground.
The forest smelled like it had just rained. The sun-rays danced on the forest
floor. And the trees many hands blocked some sunlight from reaching the humid
ground. The sun-rays brought warmth to my body. The wind blew, it was really
fresh, and it smelled like when I was near an ocean or lake.
I
was lost and without any orientation of my location. Surrounding me where
nothing more than giant trees with grass-green leaves.
I started to walk when suddenly I came across a path, a
path which was probably made by many people who use this trail. The trail was
made by land which was worn off, by the heavy steps of walking, tired people.
As I walked on the trail I came to a halt when I noticed a dark line on the
ground. This line was composed of fierce and brave ants. They were carrying
crumbs of… of … bread, that vital component of park picnics, which there were
people nearby. I went against the direction the ants were going, in hopes of
finding the people with the food. I came upon a part of the forest where it
seemed to be clear, I kept walking, and then I heard a loud crack.
I awoke, this time was in a deep hole, sun light shined
above me. “Why is there a whole this deep in the middle of the jungle? How am I
going to get it out?” I decided to sit on the ground, it was more humid, and I
dug the ground with a stick that had fallen with me into the hole. Water came
out from the ground, as I had though I was near the the waterbed. The water
poured itself into the bottom of the hole, it gushed out, now I really had to
get out.
The water was at my knees, I screamed, “Help!” No one
came to rescue me. I did not wand to drown, “I am to young,” I said. Time
passes and the water did not stop from coming out. The water level was now at
my chest. I had to keep trying to climb
up the side of the hole. I grasped a rock attached to the side; apparently it
could resist my weight. I tried with all my might and then it broke and I fell.
The alarm clock was ringing, I immediately turned it off.
It had all been a dream. I was relieved to find myself in the comfort of my
room. My book Cosmos, by my favorite
author Carl Sagan was there, I started to read where I had left off the day
before.
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