The Land of Constant Dreaming

by [pens&feathers]

How do I rouse myself from this land of constant dreaming? Try as I might, I can never completely catch something solid to hold on to.

It’s raining. I can hear it pattering against the flimsy tin roof, the sound of each raindrop magnified until the storm is disproportionate to the noise it’s making against the eaves. I used to worry that the roof would just fall in. But that was ages ago.

I don’t worry any more.

I stopped keeping track of things the day they took my books away, carting them off in big cardboard boxes. Not labled, of course. Not organized.

Never the way I like. Never up to me.

Not now. Not anymore.

They took down the clocks shortly after they took away my books. But they don’t know that I’ve got something of a clock buried deep inside of me. They stopped up the windows. But somehow, someway, my heart just knows what’s when.

As for where, I wouldn’t know.

Somedays I can hear the mumbling down the hall. But always, always, I keep the note she slipped under the door.

Comments

Average Reader Rating: 4.5 stars out of 5

  1. The Land of Constant Dreaming

    SKermitgorf's Buddy Icon SKermitgorf

    Posted about 1 year ago

    4.0 out of 5 stars

    prison/place for troubled teens? not sure the setting, but its a good story and sad. impressive

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    Stovohobo's Buddy Icon Stovohobo

    Posted about 1 year ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    You know what, Pens? I’m not even gonna comment anymore. There’s a reason why they have a little thing called publishing—do it. It’s much more worthy of your time than lowly readers like me. =)

    Anyway, as usual, your descriptions are beautiful, your imagery is astounding, your blah blah blah, etc., etc., etc…

  3. The Land of Constant Dreaming

    [pens&feathers]'s Buddy Icon [pens&feathers]

    Posted about 1 year ago

    Stovohobo, that’s probably one of the most positive notes I’ve ever gotten! =) Thank you, but I don’t really think any of this is publishing material – that calls for longer stuff, of which I seem unable to really do.

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