Clouds. All he could see was clouds. Grey, ominous and
angry, for as far as the eyes could see. He pushed aside the railings that
guarded the windows and it made a long and tortured rattle. It resonated with
his soul. Empty and hollow. As he peered down the 14th floor of the
building, he saw lush and vibrant saga trees that beat in unison against the
howling wind. They were defiant and proud, standing firm in stark contrast to
the chaos that was around them. And with the winds came the beating of the
rain. And with the rain came the pattering of footsteps with the occasional
shrieks of petrified children. They were afraid. The mood was sour and the air
was damp.
He took two steps back and slump against the backboard of
his bed. He closed his eyes to imagine what it was before. He remembered the
joy. The laughter. The clasping of hands. The smile. They didn’t speak much,
yet they understood each other perfectly well. They were simple people and just
each other’s mere presence would suffice. She was innocent and whole. Her
beauty delicate and immeasurable.
He swore that if he
stayed entirely silent, he could still hear her voice as it broke through like
the morning sun. He could still feel her underneath the duvet, brushing her
skin against the fabric of the bed. She was fast asleep and he could hear each
quiet breath. If only he could stay in this moment for one more second, for as
soon as he sensed danger he could hear the roar of the tides rumbling in the distance. He saw the white of the waves galloping towards him, gathering rage and intensity
as it thrust forward. The earth became dry and broke into a
million pieces, like land after a drought. The sky came crashing towards earth
like a dense dark nothingness. That was when he saw the anguish on her face and
he would never forget that look. Her arms flailed helplessly as she tried to
reach out to him. She was screaming but he couldn’t hear a thing. He could only stare and watch as the waves
drove her mad like the screech of a siren and pushed her further and further
into the unknown. He couldn’t bear to look. He struggled to find a voice.
No.
And he woke up.
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