It’s hard to remember the details. The images are in my head but I can’t find words to describe them. Her hair was red and we ended up getting along really well.
Somewhere down the hole we fell into a land of stolen memories. Every name hung on a wall etched in wood with a small token of their being. We were lost and trapped.
Before the fall, I remember friends entertaining under a large pavilion. Playing some sort of game which only exists in this world.
Would anyone believe the journey I went on like it was just a dream? No one did. I exclaimed it was real.
I searched for the companion I found down in that hole. Around a familiar neighborhood, I found her in a large windowed house. She didn’t want to see me, but eventually gave in.
I faded from black and felt the warmth of the pillow beneath my face.
Laying still, I tried to remember. Minutes passed and the memory faded. If only it was a world that could continue on at will.