Disclaimer: I do not own TDI, nor some elements of this drabble.
In her dreams, she is falling.
Through an endless dark hole carved into the centre of the earth she went everytime, dropping at a velocity of one kilometre per second. Within the endless dark hole, were bookshelfs that carried just about every book in the world. Sometimes Heather would hastily take one off the shelf and skim through the words to pass time. Typically they were just a bunch of words to her (well), but the fall often grew quite boring after she'd gone through the same dream over and over.
Next was the part she dreaded. She'd reached the point where words grew more dull than usual. It was at the point where she let herself go and thought her life over. It was no ordinary dream -- it forced her to face her reality.
And reality just plain sucked.
Towards the end of every dream, she'd eventually reach the bottom, landing in a surreal field of imaginary one could only imagine. The White Rabbit would come scurrying by shortly after, his golden pocketwatch gleaming in his hands. The Heather in her dreams desperately needed hearing aids, she supposed, because everytime, she heard the stupid white rabbit say,
"Hurry! Before it's too late!" before scampering across the field of imaginary yelling, "You love him! You really do!"
Written for the RWDC.
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- Trish
