It slipped lazily from Mary’s grasp, as ever. Drowsy but awake now, she lay beneath her quilt, eyes tightly closed, mentally reaching after the dream. But it was gone.
She tried once more to conjure up the image of the house that had figured in this dream – it was always a different house, yet each time the house seemed as familiar to her as her own.
And there was always the same revelation, a previously undiscovered part of this house that represented a door to another world. Mary would be cautious, uneasy… and yet insatiably curious. Part of her mind would urge her to stay within her safe, familiar confines, but another part would be electrified with a sense of joy that this place so dear to her had yet another dimension to reveal. Brushing her fears aside, she would move through rooms illuminated by pale sunlight, aware that other entities spiralled amongst the motes of dust dancing in the slanted rays, and her spirits would lift with every step.
Each room opened onto another; no sooner would she claim one room as her own than another would be revealed, a place even more spacious and attractive than the last. And always, just as she prepared to settle into her final chosen room, the dream would slip away, its silver skeins brushing softly against her reaching fingers.
Mary sighed. Rain rattled against the window frames, and the wind howled through the sliver of space beneath the bedroom door. Thankful that it was Sunday, she snuggled under the duvet, and set off once again in search of the dream, which even now seemed not so very far away.
On Monday morning, as the office buzzed with tales of weekend revels, her desk remained unoccupied. By Tuesday evening, concern was expressed, and by Wednesday the police had been informed.
It mattered little to Mary. Her past was but a dream, and she was now busy acclimatising herself to her new surroundings.
This week’s Trifecta Challenge should incorporate the third definition below in a max 333 word story.
DOOR
1: a usually swinging or sliding barrier by which an entry is closed and opened; also : a similar part of a piece of furniture
2: doorway
3: a means of access or participation : opportunity<opens new doors> <door to success.
Skipping work in search of the elusive dream…what a dream 🙂
LikeLike
I think she might have finished work for good… 😦
LikeLike
Breaking the boundries between dream and reality, good piece.
LikeLike
Thanks for commenting Joe.
LikeLike
Sandra, you really know how to take a character on a psychological journey. Wow. Is she dead or delusional?
LikeLike
Well I had it in mind that she was dead, Ann, but it works both ways I guess.
LikeLike
Very nice.
LikeLike
Thank you! 🙂
LikeLike
This is really very good. Evocative and tight. And the illustration is perfect.
LikeLike
Thank you, glad you liked it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lost in her own mind! Even if she’s in a happy place; I’d consider this horror! Terrific piece Sandra!
LikeLike
Thank you;!
LikeLike
Love this Sandra! Ah, to be able to step through into our dream worlds… gorgeously written!
LikeLike
Thank you Suzanne!
LikeLike
It sounds like she has the book House of Leaves inside her head xD This is really interesting. I can definitely relate to wanting to fall back asleep and re-capture a dream.
LikeLike
Yes I’ve tried more than once to recapture a dream. Thanks for dropping by.
LikeLike
I, too, would settle into a dream where “other entities spiralled amongst the motes of dust dancing in the slanted rays” So enchanting! For once, I love not knowing “what happened”!
LikeLike
Thank you Kymm. 🙂
LikeLike
I love this story. A mystery of a break up, hopefully a good change, but there is a hint of something sinister as well.
LikeLike
There’s always something sinister… 😉 Thanks for reading and commenting.
LikeLike
With some authors that’s what I’m looking for Sandra. 🙂
LikeLike
Very Twilight Zone-esque, which I love. She preferred to live in her dream room, which she finally found. Very well done!
LikeLike
Surreal, strange, and beautiful–a pursuit of a literal dream. Love it.
Thanks for linking up! Don’t forget to come back to vote!
LikeLike
The photo makes this story really come alive for me. I love the surreal feeling to the writing as well!
LikeLike
Love those ‘… silver skeins brushing softly …’. Am wondering where Mary is now, and whether the police gave her a rude awakening.
LikeLike
Oh boy!How intriguing!Imagine disappearing into one’s dreams-ooh,scary!Loved this great take on the prompt:-)
LikeLike
This is so intriguing and makes me want to know more – what sort of journey has she started? I loved it. LM x
LikeLike