I Dream My Own Inspiration

I imagine a story A scene or situation that I might find myself and those around me in An earthquake or gruesome battle A school shooting or epic escape on the back of a dragon Damsel in distress, hero and villian- I've played every role. I imagine plot twists When they come to rescue me from the tower Only to see that I've escaped it myself Having learned the art of sorcery in my long, dark days of captivity Or when they send an assassin, and only the best Nameless, faceless to all but never failing to eliminate the chosen Target And their shock at the realization that they've hired me The princess To assassinate myself I watch these scenes play out, and live them in my dreams. Last night, I ran barefoot through the woods I called home Laughing effortlessly and guided by the silvery light of the moon While pursued by the King's men, as they tripped over every root in the darkness Cursing sharply enough to scare away the forest creatures that were my closest companions The night before, I crashed through the library window of a tall and imposing castle Falling with shards of glass that twinkled like stars; We both hit the ground, shattering The maroon of my elegant dress darkening with the blood that pooled over the polished oak floor These stories are born in my sleep Fading, growing, changing as I awake and continue to dream Overtime, these unconsious memories are forgotten and replaced All but a single detail or two that repeat themselves, over and over And it is these details that I incorporate into my writing.