May 1st, 2011

[info]lostbutliving in [info]thefield

Dreaming Makes More Sense

Who: Ash and Rae
Where: Just inside the treeline
When: Early morning

Ash rolled over in his sleep, hugging his pillow to him as he curled around it, shivering slightly. It was cold, too cold for him to keep sleeping, but too early to wake. Another five minutes, he told himself, but then the light was seeping through his eyelids, pulling him to wakefulness. He rolled over again, hand flopping back into the sand beneath him. Sand? His fingers curled into the sand, the top starting to warm from the sunlight, but cool beneath. There shouldn’t have been sand in his bed.

He squinted as the sun brightened, rising higher in the sky, preventing another second of sleep. It was time to wake, but when he sat up he wondered where he was, as this was certainly not his bed. Was he dreaming? Ash rarely had lucid dreams, but maybe this was the first. He rubbed a palm over his eyes as his hair fell in his face, still groggy from a restless night. It was the first time he ever recalled feeling tired in his dreams, but who said he couldn’t? In dreams, anything was possible.

With no pressure to get up and moving, he sat there a minute longer, and then the ground beneath him shifted. Ash quickly shuffled backwards, unsettled by the movement, and then even more so when it continued. He jumped to his feet, grabbing the pillow from the ground before he took off, beginning to run. At first his steps were aimless, but then he spotted a speck of green in the distance. There, that’s where he needed to go. Dreams were fairly straightforward like that, giving him only one good option-- he certainly wasn’t going to head towards more endless sand. As soon as he stepped foot within the oasis, Ash climbed upon a rock, watching the expanse of sand he’d covered in the last few seconds. It continued to shift before it stilled. His heart continued to pound. This might be a dream, but that felt real. The fear was real, and he wasn’t going to wait around to see what was waiting for him beneath the sand. He headed into the woods, weary of what laid before him in this strange new world.

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