Post by { Hatter on Jan 1, 2010 10:33:55 GMT -5
Darkness. Pure, impure. The presence of all color, the absence of all color. Complete jet black. No light at the end of the tunnel. The tunnel never ended. There was no tunnel to begin with. There was not even the foundation of bricks or concrete to make a tunnel. No, one could never have that kind of comfort, of course not. Only the void of the darkness surrounding every inch of what you see and what you are and what you think. Not even in the confines of your own mind are you safe from this blindness, for it blots out everything that you are. Everything that you once were. Everything that you could be.
Falling. Hatter was falling. The dangerous feeling of vertigo. He was falling, and nothing could stop him. Not even the friction of the air against his body was felt as he was falling helplessly into the dark. There was no air. None for him to fall on, none for him to breathe. He was falling further into the pit of the black void, without help, without control, without sight, without feeling, without thoughts, without life. Falling, falling faster now.
Hatter's eyes shot open, their color an amber brown. His body jerked violently simultaneously. Eyes wide, he shot up from his laying position, putting his hands quickly out behind him to stabilize himself. His mouth hung ajar, and sharp gasps of air entered and exited his lungs as he breathed heavily. He breathed as though he had almost been drowned. And in a way, he almost had. He sat up on the patch of ground that he had been laying on so quickly that his vision blurred for a moment. His frightened eyes flitted around nervously at the trees around him. He drew his knees to his chest, and wrapped his thin arms tightly around them. The sweat that had formed on Hatter's forehead started to cool. "Only a dream, it was only a dream." he comforted himself. The words were quick and quiet, and came out as though all one word. Why did he scare himself so?
He looked around at the gnarled, leafless trees surrounding him. Still keeping in the sitting position that he was at, he raised both his hands to his face and wiped with the sleeves of his light brown leather jacket. Hatter rested his head on his knees and sighed. The night was chilling, and the stars that shined through the trees only mocked the Kititran.
If only in my dreams.
