She awoke to death once again, no changes this morning; death was all around her like a snake wrapped round her body pulling her tighter and tighter. The strangle of death was coughed out like a slippery piece of candy down your throat. The equinox was upon her and the day was sure to be long.
Inside memories of her childhood played in her head and she thought of her parents and the many years that have gone by since their deaths. Apart they died and she was far from them by that point. Hundreds of miles distance recapped the years spent apart and the space between their bodies at the last moment of their lives seemed further stretched by the long periods of sheltering them out. She was alone and she hated her life. No one pitied her, they merely wondered how she goes this far so lonely for so long.
Her name was Chanel, like the perfume. Her back burned sitting in chairs all day long and her body yearned to stretch on the shores of some beach far, far away from here. Chanel dreamed of days where life stood still and business wasn't ordered, and deserts didn't come delivered. The ways in which the world spun amused her and she found herself at times falling into rivers of rocks, in which she paddled out amongst giants. There, in the river, by the rocks, with the giants, Chanel found herself on the shore of some beach, far, far away from here.
She hadn't decided where she was going but she stood upright as her feet pittered on the ground sounds of happiness, sounds of excitement. Each step guided her further towards her destination and she felt proud of the area she had covered so far in such a short amount of time. It was as if each step guided her closer towards her destination. In the foregound, roars of giant men gushed over her, as if she was sprayed by a sticky string of sound and it was stuck to her. Loud stomps of feet sounded not so distant and immediately Chanel turned around to go back.
In her office an empty brown chair with two black armrests and a nice pencil case with blue pens sat waiting for her. Oh how she yearned to go back to work, to sit diligantly away from the terror of the present sounds surrounding her.
Fiercely the sounds grew louder and as if time seemed to stand still and she could control it, Chanel froze in her tracks somewhere in the shallow end of the river, right by the shore, far, far away from here. Literally stiff, her arms felt like branches covered in cold snow, her body pakced with ice. "Roarrrrrrrr." She could hear them coming. Any minute they would arrive.
The sound of running water was a momentary distraction as she closed her eyes softlyl; softly like an echo, softly like the trees. Birds chirpped, too, and suddenly, Chanel didn't feel too far from home. Like Dorothy once clicked her heels, Chanel closed and opened her eyes to find her world was changed. The roars were not screams of monsters at all, nor giants of any kind, but tiny, peaceful creatures the size of your twos thumbs. So stentorian were these creatures that Chanel mistook their roaring nature as signs of grotesque proportion.
The dreams of death overtook her as confusion set in and she longed for the comfort of her parents. Her mind transcended to this morning when she sit awake in her bed waiting for the sun to rise. Never one with words, especially amongst strangers, Chanel said nothing as she starred deep into the eyes of this unknown creature. The alien encounter seemed natural and charming, happy and, peaceful even. Chanel was pumped. When she was a girl she had studied very hard and became fascinated with extinct populations at a very young age. It didn't take her long to realize that she had come face to face with a living Baji dolphin. Long rumored to have been extinct, the river seemed to have given birth to a life considered lost.
"Death isn't a thing to fear," said the Baji dolphin. Naturally, Chanel fainted. The dolphin helped her to her feet, explaining, "it is exciting, englightening and will change your life forever--in fact, death is exhiliarting. It is freeing." Chanel, who for years had felt trapped--trapped within a body she had always loathed, trapped within a mind which she cannot control--felt as if Earth's entropy was now spinning completely out of control. Her stomach ached and her head banged. The brown chair with two black armrests and the pencil case with two blue pens felt lightyears away.
The beach opened up and swallowed Chanel, sending her miles below ground. Accompanied by the Dolphin, practically shaking hands at this point, like old business partners, were both sent to the ground, the furthest distance they could fall.
"What did you say?," Chanel asked the dolphin. But, the dolphin has disappeared and now Chanel was immaculately confused, untainted by an abstract experience but deeply concerned with the events of the last ten minutes. She tried to click her heels three times but nothing happened until she closed her eyes again.
The sound of the alarm was blaring in her ear, she sat up with a jolt and swallowed the half empty glass of water by the bed from the night before.
Oh how Chanel loved to dream. She quickly grabbed the notebook on the nightstand marked "dreams" and began to scribble out sentances. She wrote, "a river, a shore, rebirth and acceptance" and got ready to go to work.
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