When Dreaming Ends

The soft hooting of an owl, the orchestra of crickets beginning their overture, and up ahead a clearing of stars, twinkling all around catching the light like dew drops on a window pane. Soft birds sing along to the quiet music, a soft flutter like the wings of a butterfly flits past me; tiny dancing figures, whirling and twirling through the night air, Nymph sprites dancing from star to star all around me. The voices of the birds and the rustling of leaves, the humming of the owl, and the melody of crickets; provide a mellifluous waltz, as the tiny dancers whirl through the sky. I continue to watch the breathtakingly beautiful scene, and start to lose myself in this world of fantasy but a feeling of worry overcomes me as I watch the sprites stop dancing and disappear. The music comes to an abrupt halt; one by one the stars quickly fade, I look around nervously and watch as the forest grows dark and menacing. Rain begins to pour, the rolling of thunder crashes against my ear; streaks of light scurry across the sky and Night itself starts to crack. Like a splinter in a window, growing, speeding in all directions and when the cracks meet in the middle It shatters. Nervous glass cascades down, falling like white snow, creating rainbows of light as it falls to the ground.