Dream Draft
The setting was foreign to me. There were trees everywhere and everything looked the same no matter where I looked. The sun was shining brightly through the tree tops. Everything looked beautiful in the sunlight, appearing light and refreshing. How did I get here? Where was 'here' exactly? I realized I was barefoot, broken twigs and sharp rocks digging into the undersides of my feet. I was wearing a loose fitting strapless white sundress that came up to my knees. My hair was in a long black braid over my shoulder. What was going on? I heard the sound of wind chimes and something in me compelled me to follow the sound.
It was coming from behind me. I turned around and saw a mirror imbedded into a tree's trunk. I approached the mirror and saw what I expected, myself. My skin looked flawless and a healthy cream color, my blue eyes brighter than usual, a few loose hairs framing my heart shaped face. I felt as if I was on television and computers were used to erase deformities and enhance colors. I smiled to myself, realizing I looked very pretty.
As I admired my appearance, the scenery behind me began to change. The sunlight faded and the moon appeared in the sky, the moonlight barely lighting the now dark forest. The sounds of nocturnal animals awakening filled the silent air. I could feel the cold breeze. I turned to look behind me and saw the previous scenery, the beautiful one. Why did the mirror show me something else? As I looked at the mirror closer I realized that my appearance had changed as well. My dress was dirty and my legs were bloody, bruises littered my body and my lips were swollen. Then I looked down at myself I was perfectly fine. A man began approaching me in the mirror. I looked behind me to see a different man. The man behind me was larger in size with more muscles as the man in the mirror was lankier and shorter.
Both were faceless but the one in the mirror had dull red smoke surrounding him while the one behind me had grey smoke. The way they each approached me was unpleasant and to say I was scared was an understatement. Just as I was about to run, my arms were held. Each man pulled me in their direction ignoring the screams that came from me. The man in the mirror seemed to be winning as he already had the majority of my arm through the mirror. Just as I was pulled through the mirror everything vanished.
A/N: This is something that just came to mind. What do you think? Should I continue?