viernes, 29 de diciembre de 2017

A short story | You were in my dreams, too

~ You were in my dreams, too ~

„I dreamed about you last night“ he told me. I told him that I had dreamed about him, too.


      You were in my dreams, as well. You were right next to me, standing. At first I thought we were at the museum. Then I realised, what was hanging on those white walls was not paintings of any sort, but photographs instead. I could actually tell that they were quite old photographs. Framed in gold. Yes, they were all framed in gold. That creeped me completely out. I don’t know why but it did.

      The photos were not only creepy but also somewhat weird. They were not just photos. When I looked closely, the people depicted in them came alive. Somehow. Some of them would just move their eyes to look back at me. Some would start walking into the distance until they disappeared. Some would just start talking to me.

      I asked you if you knew those people. You told me they were our relatives. I had never seen them before, though.

      „These are the photographs of the deceased ones“ you said. As if it was an excuse. The deceased ones. Not the dead. Not the ones that are not among us anymore. The deceased ones. Those were not your words, I thought immediately. Thus, it could not be you. The one that was standing right next to me. That was not you. You were not real. That was not you, I could tell.

      Only then I realised that it was all a dream, I was dreaming about you.

      And so, you suddenly disappeared. You left me all alone in that room. A new photograph was now hanging on the wall in front of me. It was a photo of you.

      „I dreamed about you last night“ you told me. I told you, I had dreamed about you, as well. 

♤ The End 

1 comentario:

  1. ¡Hola!
    Vale... Este no lo he pillado demasiado bien, creo que me gustó más el anterior. Aún así, es genial que nos muestres tus escritos.
    ¡Gracias por compartirlos!