35th of Summer, 520AV
It was a house. One she had never seen before. Riddled with several stories of winding corridors and decadent rooms, each one different. Out of the windows she'd see gorgeous gardens attached to the property full of summer flowers, fruits and vegetables as far as the eye could see. And yet something had not felt right to Lily. The skies overhead were so very unnaturally grey.
Lily felt as if she lived here now. As if there was no way out. And who wouldn't love to live in such a grandiose mansion? Yet the people within it's walls all seemed distant somehow, their faces always turned away from her.
Lily had trouble sleeping for the past two or three days. And whenever slumber finally took her she'd wake up mere hours later feeling restless, tiered and anxious. But this night was different. No longer was this dream so vague that a single ray of sun peering through the window could wipe it all away. That night she tossed and turned alone in her bed.
She wasn't aware this was a dream. Her reality, however fictitious, was now that of a much younger, much more helpless version of herself as she wandered the hallways looking for a place to settle yet no matter where her feet took her, there was always somebody there already with their face turned away. Perhaps they'd be talking to another faceless person. Perhaps they'd be unwinding, drinking tea on a soft velvet sofa with a good book on their lap. Like a masterful painting they lived, yet were oh so very still, frozen in their various occupations. And Lily? Well she felt like the outsider with no place and no right to be in this splendid house. Even though nobody seemed to mind her presence, anxiety swelled in the pit of her stomach.
The more her mind began to search for an exit out of this dream, a grand front door, an open window she could climb out of, anything; the more her physical body followed suit. And follow it did, right out the front door of her own house, wearing nothing but a thin night gown, barefoot with eyes closed.
To any onlooker she'd seem mad. Ghostly pale in the cold midnight wind, hair undone, shuffling like a reanimated corpse with a soft pitter patter of bare toes on cobblestone streets. Blinded by sleep as she was, she didn't bump into any buildings. Her body had been so very used to this root which she took almost daily from her apartment to her work place at the Sunrise Nook. Seemingly the only place a lonely simple girl like her could feel some sense of purpose and belonging.
Perhaps for the better, perhaps for the worse, at this time in the night there would be few people out and about to see Lily sleepwalking.
It was a house. One she had never seen before. Riddled with several stories of winding corridors and decadent rooms, each one different. Out of the windows she'd see gorgeous gardens attached to the property full of summer flowers, fruits and vegetables as far as the eye could see. And yet something had not felt right to Lily. The skies overhead were so very unnaturally grey.
Lily felt as if she lived here now. As if there was no way out. And who wouldn't love to live in such a grandiose mansion? Yet the people within it's walls all seemed distant somehow, their faces always turned away from her.
Lily had trouble sleeping for the past two or three days. And whenever slumber finally took her she'd wake up mere hours later feeling restless, tiered and anxious. But this night was different. No longer was this dream so vague that a single ray of sun peering through the window could wipe it all away. That night she tossed and turned alone in her bed.
She wasn't aware this was a dream. Her reality, however fictitious, was now that of a much younger, much more helpless version of herself as she wandered the hallways looking for a place to settle yet no matter where her feet took her, there was always somebody there already with their face turned away. Perhaps they'd be talking to another faceless person. Perhaps they'd be unwinding, drinking tea on a soft velvet sofa with a good book on their lap. Like a masterful painting they lived, yet were oh so very still, frozen in their various occupations. And Lily? Well she felt like the outsider with no place and no right to be in this splendid house. Even though nobody seemed to mind her presence, anxiety swelled in the pit of her stomach.
The more her mind began to search for an exit out of this dream, a grand front door, an open window she could climb out of, anything; the more her physical body followed suit. And follow it did, right out the front door of her own house, wearing nothing but a thin night gown, barefoot with eyes closed.
To any onlooker she'd seem mad. Ghostly pale in the cold midnight wind, hair undone, shuffling like a reanimated corpse with a soft pitter patter of bare toes on cobblestone streets. Blinded by sleep as she was, she didn't bump into any buildings. Her body had been so very used to this root which she took almost daily from her apartment to her work place at the Sunrise Nook. Seemingly the only place a lonely simple girl like her could feel some sense of purpose and belonging.
Perhaps for the better, perhaps for the worse, at this time in the night there would be few people out and about to see Lily sleepwalking.