A realistic Dream

After a long night out the boy returns home and staggers through the front door into his bedroom and falls hard to his soft comfortable bed wearing nothing but a black jacked and long black pants as the boy hits the bed he tries to get under his cold and bitter sheets so he can find some comfort and safety compared to his corrupted night out.

The rubbish in his room makes little alien shapes,

“He thinks he’s seeing little green men and children, must be drunk his Father say’s “must be the POT” his mother claims

“either way we must have a talk with him” his mother says as she closes the door.

The boy sits up for a few seconds, after hearing that and falls down again he blinks his eyes and jumps back in surprise.

He looks around to find himself in a warm and rocky terrain with almost black leafless trees and barely a puddle of water in sight.

He turns the other way to see some people, unknown to him but they still seem like friends, all dressed in summer Ausie clothes and sand shoes.

He follows them up a steep stepless mountain right until he can see the highest part of the tallest mountain then, just when He feels like a King staring over his luscious green land.

He slips and cut’s himself on the hot, sharp rocks.

He grabs onto one of the rocks and asks my new friends to help me,

But they just stare ate me with a dark endless zombie like emotion in there eyes.

The boy can’t hold on any longer before he slips and falls as he watches his so called friends still in there endless faze.

His mind is telling him that he is going to die and that he is too young to die and just when he’s about to hit the bottom a hotel bed flings underneath him just in time to save his life.

The bed had two mattresses and a woollen underlay with silky white sheets tucked in perfect and tight.

When He fell onto it he felt safe and comfortable like a god had just pulled me from the burning hells to the beautiful skies of heaven.

And then He wakes up and reality hits

A hang over.