Lucid Waking

Memories Underfoot

Originally published on March 27, 2006

                She was there. Finally. The broken walls of her mind spilled out story after story until they reached mid-calf. Misty water-colored memories lay in sun-faded frames on the walls. Occasionally a large painting of an important vivid memory stood out on the gray, stone walls, but not very much. She walked on through the cold letters swirling around her boots and turning her jeans black. Finally, she reached the door. Quietly she pulled the key out of her pocket and put it into the keyhole. A bright violet light met her and she closed her eyes immediately throwing her head to the side.
                “Welcome to Utopia, Lilith. It’s so nice to have you back again after all these years. How was it locked in mortality without even a trace of power you had before? I see you’ve figured out how to access your dreams. Psychological magic is a wonderful thing, no?”
                Lilith smiled revealing pointy eyeteeth and faced the light. “I bet you thought it was funny turning me into a cockroach, then a toad. What was after that? A snake? How clichéd and ironic. But you’re frightened that I’ve managed to figure out your secret. You should have known cats are smarter than they seem.”
                “And what do you expect to do now? You have no power here. Go back and go home.”
                “Home? Why, I am home.”
                She stepped into the light and pulled a red rose from a bush near her leg. Petals fell from her hand onto the ground. Small screams came from the bush and moisture seeped out of the broken stem. She dropped the crushed flower and kept walking on through the vegetation. “Oh, yes,” she whispered. “I’m home.”

“Not much between despair and ecstasy”

Memories Underfoot