In a Dream

            The sky is a murky grey, it’s going black, but it is only three in the afternoon, and it’s summer. This darkness isn’t supposed to cover the sky until much later, not even at nine o’ clock does it get this dark. The sky matches the color of the ocean, and I find myself wondering which way is up, and which way is down.

            I sway. I feel myself sway. I cannot stop myself from swaying, like a spinning top, I am unstoppable once I have started unless and outside force makes me. And I fall. I fall into that murky darkness, and I feel cold. And then, after awhile, I feel nothing. I breathe deep and slow, but I do not feel water rush against me, and I do not feel wind thread itself through my hair. I do not know which way I have fallen.

            What I do know, is that I see buildings below me. They are as dark and grey as the emptiness I have fallen into, but lighter, so I don’t run into them as I fly, or swim, through the grey. I go farther down, to what looks like streets, and there is no one around. Nothing living is anywhere to be seen. Just buildings, and rocks, and signs. Things that showed intelligent life once lived and thrived.

            I feel a push in my stomach, and I feel myself floating upwards. I don’t fight it. I let it guide me back to where I was. And just as I see a light in the murky blue-grey world I am in, everything goes black. An after a few moments, I wake. I wonder which way I was going, up, or down. I wonder if I was breathing underwater, and if it is possible to even attempt it. I wonder which city I saw drown. And then I close my eyes and pretend I am floating on a cloud.