Dreaming …. by Diana Coombes
Written for https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/09/30/reenas-xploration-challenge-250/. A narrative, story, or a poem or wherever the inspiration takes us.
Covering the forest floor, I had seen these roots before.
Perhaps in a dream, I wasn’t sure – I couldn’t remember most of my dreams when I woke up. But this was familiar, like de-ja-vu had me in its gentle grip. They seemed to have a life of their own, reaching into my memories, and guiding me back home.
The door, tiny, but I saw the light beyond the window.
I knocked, once, twice, three times and the wood door creaked open, to reveal what was inside. Was it heaven? Was it hell? Was it somewhere in between. I had long been convinced that the life I was living bordered on hell. Like everything was going wrong that could go wrong.
‘Tara,’ a voice from the beyond said. ‘Welcome home.’