This is just homework I was given, we had to write a short story for the quote we were given.

And i've dicided to dedicate this to Sakura Haruno.


So seek the key to dream of life, halfling? Look deep, then, accept the reflection of the dream window, knowing the dream and the dreamer are indivisible. The visions you see in its many facets rise from you and are of your essence, no matter how alien or disconnected they may seem.-

As I sit here and stare at the reflection of myself, I can't help but wonder why I can never see myself. It seems strange I know, but what I see in the reflection and what feel inside are two different things. But why? Why do I have these conflicting feelings about who and what I am? Am I-is this reflection of this thing me? Or just the vessel my soul was trapped inside? Why can I not break free from this prison? Open the window and release myself. But only, I can dream. Yet only in my dreams is when I seem to truly be free. I reached out every so slowly and shivered as goose bumps ran up my arms and a shiver through my spine as my fingers touch the cold mirror. Hand on hand, eyes locked. I slowly leaned forward into my reflection. My hand disappeared through the silver water like mirror. Ripples of silver cascaded around my elbow, I pushed forward and soon my left and right arm were shoulder deep. Taking in a deep breath I pushed my body forward and into the unknown silver abyss. This is my window, the key to my escape. My mirror is my very own dream keeper.

In my dream land there is no one place. The dreams change with how I feel, the weather and landscape shape and form itself for me and me only. So as I walk though the lush green grass and beautiful multi-coloured flowers, I make my own path. The crunch of grass beneath foot and the swishing sounds of flowers around calm me and make me feel like I belong. I dance with the butterflies that fly around me, the couples of blue red and green. Because in my world no one or thing is ever alone, they each have their partners . It makes me feel happy that everywhere I look, every different dream everything has it's perfect double. I sway with the wind and glide with the clouds making my way through the flower bed. But as soon as I saw the silver water lake I knew that it was all coming to an end, because that was the door. The only exit to my wonderland makes itself seen when it's time for me to leave my perfect world. I skipped towards it, happily humming along with a tune I thought up myself, long lush pink hair swaying in the dull breeze. As I crouched down next to the water's edge I can't help but peer into the open door. What I see is not my reflection staring at me back, but my perfect double. She reaches out to me and I reach out for her. Our fingers touch with a shiver of cold and rippling of water. She smile at me, and mouths a small 'thank-you'. The corner of my lips twitch upwards as I hand over what is shared between us. And as quick as I arrived I was gone from my secret place and into the one where my vessel awaited me.

In my dream land I am me. In reality I not me, but a body awaiting it's soul. That's what me and my perfect double do. We share what is not hers or mine, but ours. The soul.