Dreaming of the sea

Jack listened as the words of the person he was listening to became a blur and the background of the room came into focus; rich décor and elaborately carved mahogany furniture coming into sharp relief before his eyes.

He was hit by a sudden feeling of clarity, an absolute knowledge as parts of the room fell away to reveal windswept fields of tall grass; he was dreaming.

With a laugh he ran out of the door of the room, immediately emerging into bright sunlight as a wave of heat washed over his body, his feet splashing into warm, salty smelling water.  He looked around, startled by how real all of it seemed – the nearby village at the foot of the gently rolling hills, the sound of the sea and gulls overhead as the door-frame shifted into the form of a large mirror and fell backwards into the water behind him.


About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using Stumbleupon.com, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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2 Responses to Dreaming of the sea

  1. Great entry. Really captured the sense of awe and wonderment. Makes me wonder, too, if he’s really experiencing all this or it’s a mere escape from the person talking…..I hope he’s genuinely found a way out!!!

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