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Trapped Inside A Dream Part 2Nicholas jumped through his front door, and slammed it shut behind him. Breathing heavily, he stumbled to the kitchen, where he poured himself a shot of brandy. He downed it in seconds, and then another, and another.
He spluttered the drink as he recalled his face as it decomposed in the mirror.
'Can't be real; It can't be.' He stammered, hands shaking and voice quaking. He turned to his right and flicked the light switch on, and after being blinded be the light, flicked it back off and fell to the floor, back against the wall.
Drawing his legs up to his body and watching the frost of his breathe dance and dissipate in front of him, he closed his eyes and immediately re-opening them. He closed them again but the same image reappeared.
It wasn't the aging that disturbed him, nor was it seeing himself as just bone. The sight of his eyes falling back and his face melting got to him, but not as much as when the bone turned to dust and fell through the glass into reality. Whenever he closed
Trapped Inside A Dream Part 1The mirror stared straight back at him; his own eyes darkened by the giver of truth. He watched as his young figure quickly aged before his eyes; one minute a tall, handsome young man, and the next, propped against a walking stick, wrinkled skin and lifeless eyes. He took a hand to his face; to his fingers he found taught skin, but the reflection showed droopy, lifeless, wrinkled paper.
He fell back in shock at his new image. His whole life portrayed in front of him, scanning past; a year to a second. He watched as his image showed his hair grey, and his stature droop. He shuddered as he saw his eyes fall back, blinded, though he could still see the image in front of him.
He gasped as his skin turned grey, and as his hair thinned out to a bald scalp. As the seconds passed, so did his life, and he witnessed his own aging mocked him.
'Stop!' He would call to the bewitched mirror, but it ignored his cries and continued to show his aging. 'Stop!' He would cry again, eager to move away; but
Never RestFollowing a thought;
Following a dream.
Is not as easy,
As it may seem.
Don't give up,
Try your best.
Keep at it,
And never rest.
And where they've been.
Be like them,
And live your dream.
The TheatreThe curtains opened,
Cheers rang out.
The lights dimmed,
They danced across the floor,
On performers shoes.
The audience jeered,
Roses rained down,
Upon the dancer's heads.
Their words run out strongly,
Costumes were extravagant,
Colours so obtuse,
Actors flaunting their abilities,
The audience applauds,
The actors bow.
Leave the theatre,
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