I woke up in cold sweat. I sat on my bed looking fixedly in front of me unable to go out of the terror of the dream. From the window in front of me I could see the fire of the street flam burning just like everything had been burning and was still burning around me. I could smell the burning flesh all around me. I could hear the cry of the villager, of the vampire attacking and hers. I sat for a while on the bed, unable to notice that I was not there anymore and that she was not burning. Everything looked so real and that’s when I realized that I was afraid of the fire. The little candle was nothing really as long as I had control over them as long as I had water around or that I was close enough to blow them. But now I was as afraid of the fire as I was afraid of the sun before and I couldn’t reason out of it. Slowly I closed my eyes out trying to breath out the nonexistent smell of burning skin and I felt back on me pillow. I didn’t want to write my dream. I didn’t want to remember it. I just wanted to go to sleep forever, somewhere where Sorina was alive and smiling. I turn around at the thought the she might not be in this world anymore and bite my pillow yelling. I had been away from her for so long. I felt that not thinking about her every day as my memory was failing me was like betraying her. I felt like I had abandoned her when I just wanted to be near her more than anything.
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