The Tiny Wings

Date: 5/14/2016

I had a dream, but I only remember it very loosely. Here it goes: I was a girl named Aurora. I've never had anything in my dream state my name before, but this one did. I don't exactly remember, but there was a wicked violet lady who wanted to do something terrible to me. My giant teddy bear, who was a childhood friend and family, aid me to the rescue before I could become tortured by her. The teddy bear guided me to a house as skinny as a hallway, but had one bedroom upon the 2nd floor. I recognised this home- it had a hallway from my old home in Pittsburgh, and the 2nd floor was a hallway and my old bedroom from Fremont. The wicked lady visited and told me to leave, then the teddy bear persuaded her to let me stay. When she left, my only loving family told me to burn the house down along with me in it. So he left, and as I sat at a small desk, I proceeded to light all of the candles. I hesitated with the last one, and I looked away as I did. As the candles were slowly engulfing the house into a flame, I watched. After a few minutes, I walked around and explored the home. I knew that the burning ceiling was going to collapse onto me in a few more minutes, so I walked upstairs - and there I found my old bedroom. And there I found a box of memories. I looked away to glance upon the bed, and there I found a small teddy bear sitting on the bed. So I cried. I walked into the 2nd floor's hallway and looked down at the burning floor, seconds away to crashing down into the blazing fire below. I leaped. A sudden crimson darkness engulfed my vision as I felt my body crash onto the flames, and at that very moment I died. But I knew otherwise. I would grow very small, yet delicate wings of freedom.