The constant pitter-patter of raindrops could be heard on windows and water chutes. Thunder rumbled in the distance, telling others that lightning was near. The once crowded city was now empty like a desert. In fact, no one could be found anywhere. Houses and buildings were left abandoned. All the bright, colorful lights that guided the way of sight turned off. Only one puffball stood in the center of the dark, silent city, an umbrella in one nub, a flashlight in the other.
He wondered why he was here, how it could be so hot and humid in the winter, where did everyone else go? What terrible nightmare the poor puffball was stuck in. The world appeared to spinning in an endless circle. His flashlight landed on the ground with a loud THUD! The umbrella, free of his grasp floated away up into the dangerous, electric sky.
The male puff put both nubs on his head, desperately trying to make the constant spinning stop. But it wouldn't stop. It only moved faster and faster. The boy could no longer stand on his two feet, collapsing onto the ground. It was as if Mother Nature was against the poor soul. Rain drops drenched the boy's body, causing him to shiver, the endless spinning making his dizzy, the wind, harshly whispering in his ears.
S-Stop…P-Please!
Over the wind, the boy could hear a voice. A very strange voice he did not recognize. But where? And who?
D-Don't do this to me…! I-I-
Loud spurts of coughing and wheezing could be heard. The creature sounded like it was suffering, almost dying. With the spinning, the puff still could not concentrate, being forced to listen to the suffering noise the creature in the distance made.
P-Pleeease…! I'm begging you…stop! Y-You don't have t-to do this!
Suddenly, the screams stopped. The spinning and rain copied, done torturing the puffball. The harsh wind turned into a soft, gentle breeze. One by one, the city lights flashed back on, making the once dark, silent city, lighted and peaceful.
The puff who had felt much pain attempted to steady his breathing, his heart racing. No matter what, however, his breathing refused to slow down, forcing him to breathe faster and faster until he collapsed once again, his eyes closing.
"Hey, you alright? Come on, you gotta wake up!" A voice cried out.
The boy woke up, startled. His gaze drifted back and forth, clouded with bits of his terrible nightmare. He then noticed the figure who called out to him.
"W-W…" He stopped, already beginning to cough. His voice sounded dry and hoarse, his body twitching.
The other puff stared, concern growing in his eyes. He quickly picked up the weak latter, rushing him to the nearest hospital. Other puffballs, not knowing who the two strangers even were grew concerned as well, watching with eyes full of sympathy.
The weak puffball felt weak, but a part of him wanted to know what the dream was supposed to be. Why did he have such a nightmare? He didn't live in the city. Who was crying out? He had never heard the voice before.
These questions drifted around in his mind while he was unconsciously taken to a hospital. A place he had also never been to before. He finally let go of the question, putting himself back into another deep sleep, praying the nightmare would not come back.