Angelo Del Male
They say dreams are sweet and nightmares are bitter. But what about bad dreams? They say bad dreams and nightmares are the same thing. But I say no. To me bad dreams are bittersweet. For example the bad dream I had last night.
"I was standing in the middle of a meadow, well more like sitting. I was waiting for something or someone, but didn't know who are what I was waiting for. Then suddenly the sky grew black and the flowers in the meadow withered away. I was scared for a moment until a single ray of light descended from the sky. Then, finally I saw what I was waiting for, an Angelo Del male, an evil angel, appeared before me.
'Hello. I'm sorry to keep you waiting so long.' He was beautiful no, he was perfect. His black hair and purple-reddish eyes. Perfect muscles and chisel jaw line and black wings that descended out of his shirtless back, were wide as the sky. "My name is Buio. What's yours?'
'N-Nera' I stuttered, hypnotized by his perfection and soft eyes and sweet whisper voice.
'A beautiful name for a beautiful girl'
Then his eyes turned blood red and I felt my feet. My air cut off and my feet squirmed.(Revise it's a bit awkward. Try rephrasing, rewriting for a smoother, more fluent read.)
'What are you doing to me' I choked out. Tears of blood flowed from my eyes. I sobbed as the rivers of crimson flowed down my pale cheeks. My back I feel my back ache as though something was something was trying to come out and be set free. Then, my feet were back on the ground and my back no longer ached. I could breathe again. I looked down at my close. I was no longer wearing the pure white dress that I once wore. It had been trade for a long black dress with a train and short purple sleeves. My once pale pink shoes were now black with purple tips.
'What happened to my clothes and why do I feel that something's sticking out of my back?' I asked 'What have you done to me' I stepped back scared of the person I thought loved me. Even though I just met him I felt that I've known him for so my whole life. I wanted to get into his mind and see his thoughts. To see if he was as perfect as he looked. Now I just want to get away from him. Runaway and never look back. I was about to turn away when it happened.
He captured my lips with his. He licked my bottom lip. Our tongues danced. I was enchanted by this kiss. It was like no other kiss. It was dripping with emotion. His arms wrapped around my waist, mine around his neck. I felt lifted but not like the first time. It felt as though I was being in a place of complete dark happiness. We broke apart and looked in each other's eyes.
'I'm an Angelo del male now aren't I?'
'Yes'
It's funny how I knew all that from one astonishing kiss. I hope we'll be communicating like that more often.
'Why?'
'Because if you are human I can't be with you and I want to stay with you as long as possible. Please don't be mad'
'Why would I be mad Buio? You did what you needed to do.'"
That's my idea of a bad dream. Something good happens and something bad happens. It has its taste of bitter and a taste of sweet. But it's still beautiful in every way. You feel pain and love all at one time. It's something I never want to wake up from. Don't ask why, because that's just me and my weirdness and no one else's.