01-20-2016, 11:30 AM
Aadibah thought she was in the ocean again, back at home. A wave of cold washing over her body, already shivering, yet still thrusting against the wave, her lips pulled taught from ear to ear. Her body became rigid, her eyes squeezing shut, her mouth sucking in one last breath, waiting for the salty water to crash into her, and throw her off her feet and drive her into the sand. The soldier thought about how she would have to wash out the grit later. It never came.
Instead only warm, wet air met her cheeks, her lips and brow. Aadibah could smell salt and hear water throwing itself against a shore, but it was farther off. Her eyes shot open, the light of a high and hot sun striking at them for a moment before their pupils shrank, the apertures allowing her to take in her new space. Sand was all around, except under her. There was a gravel path coming from the white gateway that had brought them here. She could still feel the rubber seat underneath her legs, her hands clutching the metal.
What was that? The same feeling from first arriving resurfaced. Like waking from a dream, but it was a memory.
Are memories just dreams here, then?
Instead only warm, wet air met her cheeks, her lips and brow. Aadibah could smell salt and hear water throwing itself against a shore, but it was farther off. Her eyes shot open, the light of a high and hot sun striking at them for a moment before their pupils shrank, the apertures allowing her to take in her new space. Sand was all around, except under her. There was a gravel path coming from the white gateway that had brought them here. She could still feel the rubber seat underneath her legs, her hands clutching the metal.
What was that? The same feeling from first arriving resurfaced. Like waking from a dream, but it was a memory.
Are memories just dreams here, then?
Such terror you are facing
Isn't it wonderful?
Isn't it wonderful?