I just got home with eyes barely open, seemingly staggering as if the lights were off when they weren’t. I changed my clothes and lay on my bed and closed my eyes. It felt as if my soul was transported back to the very moment I rode my car home. Visions of street lights transforming in to streaks as I passed through them filled my eyes. The cold night air filled my lungs and somewhat gave me the feeling of drowning. Darkness began to envelop me and a voice in my head started a litany.
The scene changed to a place all white, not bright like the scene in the Harry Potter movie where Harry was in between life and death. It was dull white, ghastly if I may say so. And in the midst is a silhouette of a person that clearly resembled my shadow. It looked like it was burning in the wind, no flames but pieces of it were slowly being carried by the breeze, like ashes of a single sheet of burning paper.
The ashes seemed to have their own mind, flying until it hit the white membrane of this mysterious void I wish I wasn’t in. And as it disappeared, star-like lights began appearing. Each star had their own uniqueness, some more radiant, some more colorful, some looked livelier, and some looked like it was on its last breath.
And as the ashes flew, the stars began to flicker, sucking ashes in. Slowly, slowly I saw the stars fading in time as the space became clear, back to it’s dull whiteness. My eyes then gazed at the silhouette, or should i say what is left of it. It still held it’s shape, but barely visible, somewhat transparent except for a small piece of what seemed like its left eye. It fluttered like the last, wilted leaf of a dying tree at the peak of winter. Only that snow, I would imagine would bear a certain beauty which is clearly not something this world holds.
And as if time sped up and the remaining piece broke off and flew, but no stars came out to greet it. It swirled around the silhouette for a round or two, then flew away and dissolved in air.
I stared back at the silhouette, but found that I am no longer where I was. I was back on the road, so near the corner when I turn for home. My eyes soaked in the scene and for a moment it felt like my eyes left my body for not only do I see what is before me, but also see me before me.
I got my keys and opened the gate. I then jumbled my keys and opened my door. The door creaked as I entered. I then closed my eyes and there was no more.
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