When I dream

When I sleep I rarely dream at all,

But when I dream, I dream of Fall.

            February was almost over but the winter hung around like an annoying party guest that won’t go home. The cold was getting to everyone and while some dreamed of spring or summer, I dreamed of fall.

            Soft sunlight shined down through the golden leaves of a tall tree, it warmed my skin and eased my sore muscles. The winter had melted away and gave into Autumn scenery. I was transported back to a place from my memory, an old familiar home, a home where I spent some of my best Autumn days. The air smelled like baked goods and wood smoke and the trees where brightly colored with red, orange and yellow.

            Good times returned to my life, trips to the cider mill, relaxing drives down country roads, quality time with old friends, delicious foods, pizza burps, goofing off and spending more time outside. All of these things were ahead of me, the better parts of life were right around the corner and I couldn’t wait.

            I felt at peace again for the first time in a long time, my mind didn’t even question how it had gone from winter to autumn, I just enjoyed every second that I could.

            I woke up from my Autumn dream and it was still February, the weather was still frigid and a sharp pain stung in the back of my head. I had awoken with a migraine that felt like someone drove a wood screw into the base of my skull, I stood up and felt dizzy, I ran to the bathroom and threw up. February was and will always be the worst time of the year, but the Fall will return and in the meantime, I suppose spring isn’t so bad either.

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Have some coffee or tea and stay warm everyone  
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Red Winter

            The winter dragged on, snow was everywhere, the air was dry and icy and the wind blew so hard it could cut you to the bone. The streets were empty except for one large figure. A man built like a brick wall, covered in scars and ragged clothes marched down the street with a corpse like stiffness. The large man was carrying a bloody heart that was fresh enough to still be dripping blood. The large man lurched and jerked as he moved in a slow and rigid fashion. Large foot prints the size of a human head and drips of blood left a trail behind the walking monstrosity.

             Despite the slow aimless movements and the dumb expression on the man’s face, his eyes were sharp and had purpose, he knew where he was going and knew what unlucky soul he would visit next. the creature walked out in the open in the middle of town, but it was night and the freezing cold had kept everyone inside. The cold didn’t bother the monster but it was starting to freeze the heart that he carried.

            After almost a hour of walking the creature arrived at his destination, a small quiet house at the edge of town, it was secluded, private and no one could hear screams for miles. The creature placed his giant palm on the door and slowly pushed it open, the door creaked as it moved. The monster entered the house holding the half frozen bloody heart. There was a woman humming in the kitchen, music played from a near by radio. Each heavy step the monster took made the floor creak, but he moved slowly and with purpose. The radio drowned out whatever minimal noise the monster made as he snuck into the kitchen.

            The woman turned around and the monster lifted the heart into the air. “Happy Valentines day” The creature muttered shyly. The woman smiled and gave the large man a hug. “you are so sweet!” said the woman, who was also covered in scars and ripped clothes. She had pale green skin and glowing yellow eyes. The happy couple hugged, both closing their eyes and smiling as they enjoyed the moment. Then the woman’s eyes snapped open “wait, did you get frozen? I asked for fresh!”