Fantasy

The speakers thump, my hips move, the music flows and I close my eyes to listen. Linkin Park, my favorite band. “Shadow Of The Day”, my favorite song. I can feel my heart beating in time with the drums. I begin to twirl, my dark hair swinging out behind me.

I sing along with the chorus. “And the sun will set for you, The sun will set for you, And the shadow of the day, Will embrace the world in grey, And the sun will set for you”

I song flows from my lips, as my body moves to the beat, the rhythm ponds in my blood, and I forget that I’m afraid. That people freak me out and crowds make me nervous.

I can feel fingers touching me, soft and light, they brush over my skin and tug at my dress. I can smell them their bodies moving about me, sweat mixed with earth and air, fire and water, darkness and light.

Slowly I open my eyes, and see the currents of air, sky blue and lavender, forest green and rose, ebony and silver, gold and pail yellow, blood re and fire orange. My eyes see this and my mind accepts it. It doesn’t mater that air has no color.

I spin and whorl, my feet leading the dance, the chorus ring out once more and I continue to sing along.

“And the sun will set for you, The sun will set for you, And the shadow of the day, Will embrace the world in grey, And the sun will set for you”

My heart is full and I can see the spark with the heat of the bodies all around me, faces drift in and out of view. All vaguely human but far to beautiful to be truly so.

A man with fawn brown skin, doe brown eyes and twelve point rack of antlers sprouting from his forehead, brushed dark fingers across my cheek. A woman with pail green skin and little pink blossoms sprouted from her dark green hair, her leaf green eyes sparkled with mirth, clasped my wrists and swung us both gently in a spin.

On I dance, the song continues in an endless thrum. I can no longer hear the words, just the beat. I continue to move letting my heart fallow my feet.

More faces drift into view, a woman with pail skin and silver hair, and dark, dark eyes. A man with a fox like face and delicately pointed ears. On and an they come, one right after another. Too many to count. Each beautiful, dangerous, deadly. They touch and gently cress my body.

The tempo picks up, the song plays faster, I twirl, and whirl, spinning faster and faster. The faces become a blur, as my speed picks up. Those gentle cresses become painful, slaps and shoves.

But on I dance, unable to stop now. My feet throb in time with my heart beat. Fear grips me as it never has before. I think that I shall die. The dance will never stop my body will give out long before it will end.

I can feel blood welling in my sensible shoes. My body hurts, I want to stop, but can’t. My body no longer listens to my commands. Nothing that I can do.

Finally, at long last, the sun beings to rise and with it the song begins to slow. The hard slaps and painful shoves once more become soft touches and gentle caresses.

As the song ends and the magic of the music releases me, I collapse in my tracks, falling to the ground. My body aches. My world is nothing but this pain. My breathing slows as my eyes drift close. There is dirt in my mouth and twigs in my hair, but I don’t care, all I want is sleep.

And as the dark cloak engulfs me I find oblivion to be a dreamless existence this day.

The End