Zaneta Byrd

The First Day

A bright purple figure shined so radiantly into my eyes whilst I was asleep. It was beautiful with wings, as I opened my eyes i could see it clearly it was hovering over what looked like waves. I woke up cold. It was so cold here. I was alone. There were so many people in this room some young, some old. I scanned the room and with each glance I felt their energy but I was also detached, I didn't feel like they were actually there. "Is this some sort of simulation?" They all looked at me emotionless and turned their heads to carry on with the conversations that were rudely interrupted.