Whenever I sink into my pillow in peace, as my mind is settled and my heart firmly clings to its Hope, I walk once more in a world apart; yet as familiar to me as the one I left behind. Perhaps composed of a fragmented past, recycled thoughts or an unforeseen future, this world of my dreams grows and fixes its own impress in my memory.
It is not a realm of fantasy, as some have known their night imaginings. Very few differences exist between it and our reality. Many rules and natural laws remain unbreakable, and the supernatural is still just that.
In this place there are people as I have known them, and many perhaps I have yet to meet. One in particular has walked with me often since the world took form in my youth; since the darkness of nightmare's netherworld had passed; and towns, cities and countryside stretched across my mindscape and covered the dungeons and sewers below. This child had no name, as I. Known only as a dark haired girl; she waltzed around in the world of my subconscious, without a worry or care in her crescent-moon eyes.
Having lengthy chases seemed her favorite pastime. We sprinted over the land till it ended with my catching her or losing my way. It was certainly an easy thing to lose when the world was our playground. Sometimes I was distracted by extraordinary (but many times improbable) architecture of the places we passed through. Other times I found myself being chased as I gave chase, or attempting new feats possible only in that world. But she ever ran before me, her laughter goading me on…
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