The nightmare

Stress and excitement. The two words that top the others of what I'm feeling. Scared and relaxed, happy and sad. Shall I go on? The bright sun making the dew covered grass glisten for miles, the cooling wind feeling like a ghost had ran right through you as your hair flays up into the air covering every inch of your face. The sun scanning your body with it rays as the as the heat felt like a campfire on a low-temperature threatening to blister your skin if you get to close. A choir of chickadees chirping above my head in the lavender lilac tree with its beautiful chirping sounding like whistles in the wind. The May after noon was exquisite with its perfect temperature, no snow, no clouds, just sun and green grass, how beautiful it all was. As my mother and I entered the glass doors into the crimson building, we were greeted with mirth and blissful cheers. As we were standing in front of the door, a young man greeted us with his pearl like smile. His light blue eyes and his tall, slender body made him look like he was in his early twenties; he nicely picked up our black luggage and escorted us to our large, auburn coloured room. As we entered the room, somehow I went from my blue t-shirt and black tights, to my floral print dress with my coral, yellow, and mint green flowers. I then somehow appeared in a rosy room with a red carpet and a black stage. Gorgeous and handsome women and men in different outfits that we purple walked down the large runway with lights directed on them. White, petite rose petals covering the runway and was slowly sprinkling onto the floor in little crushed pieces from models stepping on them. Then, everything froze. All I saw was blue and white no matter where I turned, I had lost my vision. Heat rushed through my body, I was trying to scream but I then realized, I had no voice. Tears stung my face like a dagger stabbing through my cheeks. I was searching for something to grab onto but all I felt was a dry, crusty, metal item with sharp edges, sharp enough that if you lay a finger on it, you might as well be running a knife through the tip of your finger. My finger nail scratched on it as I heard screeches sounding like screams, as loud as human screams. Time moved quickly and fright rushed through me, my eyes opened, and I noticed it wasn't real, I found myself back at home, in my soft, blue bed. It was as I was in a nightmare, it was just a nightmare.