A Dream
Her lungs were burning. She was running as fast as she could down the long, dark corridor lit up by the full moon. The castle she was in had been built with no windows. It was completely open on the right hand side with only tall cement beams-designed like Roman pillars -separating her from the outside world. To her left, there was brick wall covered in vines and old paintings of unfamiliar faces and large, arched wooden doors. She kept running because she was afraid. She did not know what she was afraid of, nor did she know where she was going. But, she did know stopping was not an option- and neither was looking back. There was a sensation of hopelessness, as though there was a lingering concern that she would never reach her destination in time. But she did not stop.
