Softly Falling

There was a forest close to where I use to live; I use to walk through it every day. It was beautiful especially during autumn. The leaves on the trees always danced to the sound of the wind, and there was a stream that went through my two favorite trees. One was a Maple tree, and when the sun shone upon the leaves they sparkled. It made me smile every time I saw it. The second tree was even more spectacular, it was a Dogwood, you know the ones with the beautiful pink flowers that decorate the ground when the wind is gusty. One day I decided to walk the forest closer to dusk, and I came across a well. It was old and beautiful to look at, algae decorated the rim, and I stepped up to walk on it. Nighttime came around quickly, and the inevitable happened. I tripped and fell, and as I fell, I went deeper, and deeper into nothingness. There was no bottom that I could see, but I wasn’t falling fast either. I felt a floating sensation, then dizziness enveloped me in its cocoon. I felt as if I was spinning around in a chair, and a vacuum was sucking me down, leaving me nauseated. No animals were making sounds, nor could I tell how long I had been floating. All I knew was that I was free; free of nagging, being anywhere on time. I closed my eyes and basked in the silence it was nice. Having it quiet was nice, slowly music started playing, and I opened my eyes up. The first thing I saw was a light shining from the window. Realization struck me, and I knew; I just woke up. There was no well, and I did not fall. The music was my alarm clock, and I ran out of time. Time to sleep.

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