Don't worry, this is not yet another dream. =D
Sometimes, I love the soft lull of dreams. They take me to a land that I could never reach alone. Dreams are a great friend of mine, even when they leave me gasping through the covers and shivering till dawn. They are adventures beyond our imagination.
But now, I find these dreams are not only terrifying, but very frustrating. I think being slowly killed off in some capitol designed landscape where you can't take a breath without taking in death is enough "excitement" for me.
But I know my mind never listens to my pleas.
Neither does the capitol.
Nor my killers.
My night dream slowly fades, drawing back into that little space in my mind that is reserved for things forgotten. As soon as it leaves, I wish it could have stayed. A new memory has surfaced.
Today I am going into the arena.
Claudio unfolds the package that contains the clothes I will wear for my death. He looks so calm in his wrinkle free capitol tux. But me? I'm shaking uncontrollably. It's better that before, I have gotten closer to accepting my fate than I did this morning. But I know that just above me is the arena, and it could hold anything from snow capped mountains, to soul singing deserts. I am hoping for water, so my eyes are trained on the wrapped bundle, hoping to get a clue of what will be my home.
Claudio lifts up the soft blue blouse first. It's a soft thin slightly transparent one that buttons at the front. Then there's a tight undershirt that's really not an undershirt at all. It's a bathing suit. I can't help but laugh and pull it from Claudio's steady fingers. As I hug it to my body, it makes me feel safe.
This is meant for water.
I am meant for water.
I pull on the contents of the bundle which only consist of the swimming top, the blouse and swimming shorts. I'm surprised that they didn't provide shoes, but I'm actually happier that way. Shoes make me feel off balance and walking bare foot is always quieter. The only problem is if I get injured on the soles of my feet, I'll have trouble walking.
I hug Claudio until the announcer commands the tributes to step onto their plates. We wave to each other until I've risen out of sight.
Oh ho ho, ARENA TIME! ^-^
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