Dawning Creations

The boards were cracking under my feet. The slick black fluid trudged itself into a pool, parting from it’s river.

I held on with all I had in me. My possessions scattered like petals in the wind into that ghastly black abyss.

Gone.

I didn’t miss them as I drug myself across the creaking, cracking boards. I prayed they wouldn’t fail me. I prayed I could make it to them.

They called my name with tears in their eyes. I knew I had to be hasty. Time was escaping us like the light does in winter. I was sweating, becoming lethargic and more frightened.

All that kept me going was my longing to be with them, laughing and on the run.

With them.

I felt so destitute and disillusioned. So many days I’ve crept into my room and hid away. I felt the world had hung his hat on my head and paid me farewell with it. It’s weight was crushing.

It’s pressure was all too much.

The last of my money dropped from my drooping pockets and dissolved.  I had only myself and my cheering team.

I felt my feet start to find free air. The boards cracked! I grabbed ahold of one of the swinging planks. I could almost reach it.

Dad couldn’t remain still. He dashed over and reached out his hand.

My alarm woke me.