deepest depth of dream

A Story by osal

an occasional miracle

Deepest Depth of Dreams

I sleep in my big mansion of white walls and warm grounds; every single corner has an echo of laughter. The entire household is never alone with more than a dozen keepers itself and maids that work for us. Our entire family lives in the house so the house hold is never quiet.

I go to sleep after I have a hard day of work. Before I went to sleep I watched a horror movie. So yeah some of those scenes are still stuck in my head. I go to bed and with greatest disappointment off the lamps. I wake up after a while in that bed and it seems too be quiet. In surprise I gaze out of the window I don’t see the clean yard and beautiful spring fountain. There, instead I see a weeded jungle and a fountain that doesn’t stand strong as stone but showing feebleness being soaked in moss; the vines from the wood have taken over. Like there was a very slow invisible force coming at us all this time and we didn’t notice it. I open my bedroom door. Only my room has no plants in it. The nature has reclaimed my entire house. It has claimed its rightful throne. No maids, no keepers no family just me in the ruins of the house. I see some walls broken down and I can see through it. The sky is bluer than what I have ever noticed. I am scared deep inside but my body seems to have been getting energy from somewhere else. Loneliness is dwelling in my house. I run to my door and close the door, go to bed again and close my eyes saying wake up wakeup. But I get up only there. I close my eyes harder and harder and pray that I would wake up until I finally did. It was so reliving to see that a maid waking me asking what I wanted for breakfast