The sleep came quickly and so did the dream. But that stayed for a while. First I was running down the grand hallway, suspiciously aware of my surroundings. The walls were a deep majestic purple, and the curtains that hung limply were gold. I wandered over to them, and pulled them aside to reveal more of the same purple wall. That’s weird, I thought, but quickly moved on and rendered it as meaningless.

The carpet, I suddenly realized, was very soft. I had no shoes on and it tickled my feet. My toes were painted yellow in contrast to the dark blackness of the carpet. The ceiling above me was heavily decorated to any person’s liking with chandeliers of the rarest and most unique kind.

Then I turned to meet my fate. I was too late; I knew it, even though I had no idea what I was late for. It just dawned on me that I was suddenly very unaware of why I was here. Or for that matter where here was. What was going on? I still knew I was too late, too late, too late…… “Ahhh!” I screamed with frustration and fear, trying desperately to block out the rhythm. It scared me to think about it.

My heart started skipping beats, then racing through my chest faster than I could count. That was never good. I had a queasy feeling in my stomach, followed by more unnerving thoughts. My feet started to move out of my control, and suddenly I was racing down the hallway. God, oh God, don’t let me be too late. I ran as fast as my feet and body would allow. Then I ran and ran. I could barley breath, then I ran smack dab into the door.

Ouch…

Once I had regained my awareness, I backed up a couple feet and opened the door in front of me. I opened it wide, completely sure that this was the path I was meant to take, although I was still unsure of the outcome. Where was I going, what is going to come out of this? Why am I here? How did I get here? All these thoughts bombarded my mind as I doubted myself for one second.

Then I knew I had chosen the right path when I stepped into the room, past the door. Letting go of all my insecurities, I let myself be filled with everything in sight. Now I didn’t care why I was here, because that was in front of me. My heart stopped beating all together this time.

He was standing there in front of me, almost close enough to touch. There was a momentary look of shock, then pure delight, on his face. His beautiful, angelic face. I had never seen anything quite so beautiful, graceful, and pure in my life. The imperfections on his face made him more amazing. The eyes were the first thing I saw. Alluring and electric blue. Wow. His nose was placed nicely in between the two eyes. Then his prominent masculine cheekbones, which were rising higher, indicated the fact that he was smiling now. The smile was so brilliant, it almost made me dizzy. His lips parted, showing perfect almost glowing teeth.

Then his teeth started to separate as well, and words were forming in his vocal chords. But all he got out was, “How?” His face, complexion perfect, started to lose color. I wondered, sadly, why that was. I lowered my eyes, which did not get past his chest. The whole time I was there I never noticed what he was wearing or what the rest of him looked like. I hadn’t really cared. But now I feared I never would see the rest of him.

For the only thing my eyes would allow me to see was the impeccable silver, pointed blade protruding out of his chest. I could feel a look of shock, horror, and pain forming on my face.

It was coming out precisely where his heart was. “No, please, no!” I started quiet, my voice rising as I realized what had just happened. Then I saw her.

“Yes, my darling,” she whispered, “yes.” My eyes went from her to his face. I wondered if all people could look so peaceful and alarmingly beautiful when they died.

The wetness on my face and the moisture in m eyes, clarified what I was wondering. I was crying. My hand flew up to my mouth and I sobbed from sadness and anger. It was as if I had just seen everything happen in slow motion. Why does this have to end?

He dropped to his knees slowly, staying completely balanced; his eyes seemed to follow mine. Now I was just being paranoid. I pictured when he started speaking as he reached his hand out to me. The one I never noticed until know. He was wearing a ring. So he was married or engaged.

Then the mysterious evil woman pulled the knife out of him, letting the ruby red blood glint in the light. A stain grew over his shirt, over his heart. He finally fell all the way to the floor, his face landing on the floor. He was gone.

I opened my eyes, and I was awake. Shivering, I lay in my bed, replaying in my head everything I had just seen, and felt. I released the death grip on my pillow and sat up in my bed. I was crying and shaking. I was drenched in sweat, my pulse was racing and I knew. I was afraid.