I plopped myself into my bed and sighed. Home again, to qualm this headache. It's about... oh... 12:47? I justed rolled over from looking at my clock and turned to face the windows. The blinds were shit so it was nice and dark in my room. God I loved it in here. I sniffed my blankets deeply, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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A... forest? I thought. Sure enough, it was a forest. In the winter too. But this wasn't... normal. First of all, I was wearing a flimsy black silk gown with only tank-top 'sleeves' and no shoes on. The only thing I had on besides the dress was my bra and panties. How wrong is that? So, I was stranded in a forest with... HOLY CRAP! Are those trees freaking glass! Yup, glass trees. Birch, Hickory, Oak, Cherry, Maple, and Pine trees... After looking around for a minute I started walking slowly. Even though I could see my own breath I wasn't cold. The trees seemed to pass by me quickly despite the fact I was walking slow. Everything beyond half a mile was blurred out in white because of the falling snow, which is up to my ankles. ...I'm still not freezing to death, and I wonder how this is possible...

After walking about, what, 2 hours I think? I'm just guessing because my legs are burning with the effort of trying to make it through the now knee-deep snow. And then, I stopped. One, because there was a huge willow 'tree' in my path. Two, before the tree, on a small stand of glass thorns, lay a flower. A rose, to be exact. It was silver, with the tips of its petals and the stem being the cool glass. It looked so delicate, sitting there. Still, like all the other trees, my reflection did not show in the glass.

It was agonizing, walking to the pedestal. It was agonizing, stretching out my hand. And it was agonizing, wrapping my hand around the the stem, close to the flower, ever so slightly. Then it cracked.

I pulled my hand, with the flower, back to my body. The willow in front of me shook, and the small leaves clinked together to make, high, soft, musical notes. A crack raced down the trunk, and these word's cracked over the surface in jagged lines. I will never forget those words...

What if you slept?

And what if,

In your sleep,

You dreamed?

And what if,

In your dream,

You went to heaven?

And there plucked

a strange and

Beautiful flower?

And what if

When you awoke,

You had that flower

In your hand?

I clutched my flower tightly. My heart beat like a scared kitten's. Nothing happened so far... I scanned over the words and mouthed them to myself. What did this mean? I got it, in a sense, but I didn't get it... I then read the words aloud. They echoed into the silence, over and over. When my words faded away, it was the end of my life. Everything shattered around me.