THE CLOCK ON THE WALL

This was just a little story I wrote just because. 

    The clock on the wall goes round and round as she doses off in between words. She’s dreaming of something; something vaster than anyone can imagine.  It is a world where all is different; a world only she can imagine. It has all her thoughts and dreams inside it. It is only hers, the only thing that is hers in reality. Taking a look inside her vast world can only lead to more questions for the one who gets consumed in her thoughts. This is exactly what happened to him.

     He too was in this room. The exact room she was in. He was watching her from behind wondering exactly what she was dreaming of. What exactly was she dreaming of? Was it something that was real or something he would never know? Was it something about him? All these questions surged through his brain and as these thoughts surged, he too began to dose off into a world, her world.

    She saw someone, but what was he doing here? He doesn’t belong here, he never has. This was her only escape from the world she was so miserably stuck in. This place was hers and only hers. As he approached her through the almost blinding mist she only had one thing in mind. This thing was to awake. She tried and tried as quickly as possible but it seemed her escape had become inevitable. She became frightened. She knew why she could not awaken. It was because of him. He who trespassed into her world caused this accident. She then found herself staring at him, this boy who had entered without an invitation. At that moment, reality struck her. There was no escape.

   He looked around him as he arose from the rocky and dusty red ground on which he laid. He found himself surrounded by a thick mist, but a little further away he caught a glimpse of that girl. He did the only thing he knew to do; he walked towards her. As he came closer he could see her eyes in panic. Why were they this way? Was he the one who caused this? Finally, he was close enough to see all the little freckles on her nose.  He didn’t say a word, he couldn’t.

    They both stared at each other for quite some time until they finally began to speak. Apparently, this girl he had wondered about so much felt so alone in the real world that she had made her own. This caused the boy to cringe. The thought of this girl being so carelessly forgotten was astonishing. Once the boy realized how the girl felt, he felt compassion towards her and realized something that would change his life forever. He realized that he couldn’t let time pass again for he knew what could happen if he did. He realized that if he could’ve said one encouraging word to this sweet, freckled face girl, then he might not have seen her slip away to her own world with no one wandering about her but him.