Ella lay on a blanket in her secret spot, trying to sort out her emotions as she watched the waves crash onto the rocks. Her diamond ring glittered in the sunlight, and just when she told herself to stop moping and be happy, tears began to flow. She wiped her eyes on her sleeve and looked up to find a dirty old bottle on the sand with an envelope inside.
Ella was shocked when she opened the envelope and saw that it was a letter in her own handwriting. “To whom it may concern, I am trapped in a terrible evil with no way out. There was a time I stood at a crossroads and took the wrong path, the easy way. Now all is darkness and despair. Maybe this message will save someone else.”
The wind off the water grew colder and Ella woke from her nap. Where was that weird bottle and the letter? Oh! It had all been a dream! She smiled as she looked down at her left hand. Next weekend she would be married, off on her honeymoon to Paris, and never be stressed by anything again…
Shadows of our past Captured in fairy tales Never give a true picture. Sometimes late at night I feel your mournful gaze, Like a silent, sentry owl, Feasting on my tears, Perhaps commiserating. The dissolution of dreams Sent that love somewhere, Waiting to be recaptured Out of crumbling, sepia air.
“Mimosas!” Stacy squealed as she walked into the breakfast nook. ”What’s the special occasion, honey?”
Her husband Curt handed her a glass. ”Just celebrating how lucky I am to have such a lovely wife.”
They toasted, kissed, and sat at the table, which was festooned with fresh fruit and cinnamon rolls. ”This makes me feel so much better,” Stacy said. ”I had a horrible nightmare just before I woke up.”
“What was it about?” Curt asked, glancing at his phone.
“Well… sort of a big Halloween party with lots of people. Some I knew and some I didn’t. It was chaotic, in a strange house with lots of rooms. You were disguised as a demon who was trying to get me to eat a poisoned apple, but I refused to taste it.”
“Hmm,” Curt murmured as he began to type on his phone while Stacy prattled on.
“Yes, and my boss was there and coworkers from my last job and people from high school and my family… even my grandma! I saw the president too. Oh, and there was a sexy girl demon I didn’t know who kept following you around. Her name was Melissa.”
I fell asleep on the bus again, Or maybe I dreamt I fell Asleep on the bus. When I woke, The sky was lavender, And my hands were cold. I gathered my things– Apparently I had shopped– And maneuvered past The octopus of legs spread Across the floor. These buildings were familiar, Yet stood asymmetrically On streets with strange names, As if a child had flung All the parts to a game Haphazardly across a board. I asked a man for our address, But he stared uncomfortably. My words made no sense; They scattered like coins. My bag grew too heavy– I stopped and peeked in. There were luscious red fruits That smelled of ripe flesh, Orchids, and death. Spiders Danced on their mottled skin. I left the bag on a bench: My burdens, my sins. Soon after, I turned a corner And found our house, perfect And clean, but you were gone. I lay down on our bed, Falling, Falling into A dreamless sleep.