Though
I was tired I lay on the couch thinking about my strange journey so far and what
could have possible left this land so desolate and silent. There was nothing that could even begin to
give me answers except for the white castle.
I
rolled onto my side and stared at the fire watching the flames move in twisting
patterns. I didn’t even realize I had
fallen asleep until I was jolted awake by a loud noise outside the
cottage. I sat up listening
intently. I could hear voices outside
the cottage, strange unfamiliar voices.
They spoke in a language I didn’t understand.
Suddenly
I heard something heavy hit the front door.
The whole house shuddered. I
crouched down waiting in fear for whatever it was to break through. The object hit the house again, this time
cracking the window.
The
talking broke out again this time louder.
More voices joined encouraging whatever it was to continue its
work. I didn’t know what to do. I started to get up but the sickening
sensation washed over me and I remained on the couch.
“What
do I do?” I mentally shouted.
No
voice answered this time and I knew I would just have to wait it out on the
couch. I curled up in a ball listening
to the voices and the thuds. The work
continued for several hours and finally in the grey light of dawn they went
away.
After
this night I was ready to return to my hotel room and be done with this dream,
but I knew I was in it for the long haul.
I turned back to watching the flames of the fire until the first rays of
sunlight broke across the cottage.
I
pushed back the blanket and slid off the couch.
No feelings halted my progress so I quickly folded the blanket and put
it back on the bed. When I returned to
the main room I noticed a thin white line of dust encircling the couch. I’d had my protection again. I wondered what would have happened if I had
crossed that line.
Shaking
my head I looked around for my handy canteen.
It sat on the table where I had laid it the night before and next to it,
to my relief, was a loaf of bread. Remembering
my previous day I found a knife and dish towel and cut two pieces from the
bread and then wrapped the remainder of the loaf in the towel. I tucked the bread in a handy pocket attached
to the canteen and ate my two slices. This
time it tasted like whole wheat apple muffins.
I reveled in the delicious taste for a few minutes and then decided it
was time to head out.
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