Memories
Munto. One word, no, a name, an overly familiar sounding name. The feeling of warmth spread throughout her body as she slowly, caringly caressed the sound of the name on her lips. The image of bright red hair being blown by a soft breeze filled her hazed mind. What was it? Who was it? She could only form answerless questions in her mind, questioning to herself, 'why?'
She was broken out of her reverie at the sound of her mother's voice calling her. It sounded so distant to her, even as she looked up at the worried expression her mothered showed. Her mother was saying something to her, she could tell by the moving lips adoring her mother's lips, but no sound reached her ears. She was going farther, recoiling into her mind, slowly leaving behind the material world.
"Yumemi!"
The sudden and sharp call of her name startled her, and she was once again back from the recesses of her confused mind. She turned her head back at her worried mother, giving her a half-hearted smile, reassuring her that she was fine. That she could walk back to her apartment safely and without drifting off again. It wasn't as convincing as she had hoped, but nevertheless her mother let her go with a hug and whispered reassurances.
The walk back was made longer than necessary. She all but dragged her feet along the pavement, looking up at the sky, eyes unfocused and lost in thought. There was supposed to be something up in the sky, the thought came unbidden to her, something big, something grand. She stopped walking, eyes still facing heavenward, her brows knitted together and her forehead creased. She felt, she knew, there was definitely something up there. A prickling at the back of her mind brought up the image of a floating island, huge and grand while basking in the glow of the setting sun from behind. The island was looming forebodingly yet majestically above the lumbering city below, her city. It was beautiful sight to behold, yet the image was hauntingly disturbing. There was something about the floating island that made her cringe, as if shying away from the island, from the image and from the entire memory itself.
Yumemi shook her head once again, silently laughing to herself about how she was slowly losing her sanity, dredging up unbelievable and fake memories of seeing floating islands basked in the sunset. It was just some precarious dream that she had when she was a teenager, nothing to mull over, she supposed. She started walking again, arriving home without anymore thoughts to the strange image of the floating island and of striking red hair being blown in the wind; and most definitely not of that strange name, Munto.
"Munto…"
