dreams.

I was imagining I was a princess, locked up in a castle. I’d been waiting centuries for someone to come rescue me looking out my window down to the ground, but no one came. Finally I got the idea, why wait? I can save myself. I took what I needed and got onto the window ledge, I inhaled deep, than jumped. The jump was exhilarating, easy, and a breath taker. I opened my eyes as I was falling and watched everything I’d done in my life pass me by. Was I dying? I watched when I fell of my bike as a child, or broke my toe when I was six, or when I cried my eyes out after the worst beating my dad gave me. I watched me runaway with Lexi, and then, before I knew it, I’d hit the ground. And hard. But I didn’t feel a thing. Literally. I didn’t even have a heart beat to look forward too. And something had changed, my body felt stronger, more in control, and I didn’t feel like, me. But I liked this new me, and this new me sort of liked me back. I stood up, and looked to the sky, all the memories were fading away. My body didn’t need them anymore, and I started running. I was running so fast, I couldn’t stop, and before I knew it, people were trying to slow me down, and in time, I’d be able to control myself too.

 

I opened my eyes.

 

That dream made so much sense to me. The first part had been my old life, as a human, when I first dared to change my life. I watched my childhood memories like they were nothing, easily seen. But than when I dropped and hit the ground, I wasn’t me. I was special. That was who I am now. That’s why I am here too. Because I can’t control myself, like in my dream when I was running. I can’t stop, because I haven’t learned how. But I will. In time, I hope.