CARING ♡♡

A Nightmare Which Showed Me the Way To Success

Eventually, I left a knotty situation and moved restlessly, halting my hectic disillusionment walk.

The path to be perused was chock-a-block with darkness, but abruptly, the moon appeared and showered its light on my access road.

Subsequently, my eyeballs could see the picture ahead as a misty light spontaneously focused on the thoroughfare. The trail seemed less used and reflected a horror effect, as there were bare trees, though the climate was cold in winter.

The scene disappointed me, as I supposed that once again, I was going to catch 22 as customary. So, the dreadful stance pushed me to leave the place soon, so I set my weary body in forward mode. The dry pale yellow leaves also got in motion with me, as if a bit of my restricted vim got transferred to them, too.

After three nasty paces, I saw an old, sturdy man walking on the neighbour’s road. I summoned him to assist me with an address to the city…but the man overlooked and went on without responding. I called him for the second p this time he gave me a glared look and answered with some offensive words, ‘’there is no address for the city but the ways only leads to success.’’ the old man’s words made me wonder for hours but I was still beating around the bush and couldn’t get to the point.

In that case, I kick-started covering some more distances when I met an old, greasy hand pump. Indeed, I wasn’t thirsty but needed to clear my messy look, so I immediately responded to the presence of the water pump. Still, it was pretty hard to operate as it had been there without being put to use for ages. However, it was a moment to cheer up, for I successfully moved the handle up and down, but unfortunately, the water did not make any gesture. I spontaneously worked on the pump for some more minutes. Still, there was no sign of water, so finally, I fell apart and was in a mood to rest, so I counted on a nearby tree to confer shelter on me.

The chosen place was a bit grimy; I was looking for a broom when I came across a heap of dried, fresh leaves. I carelessly disrupted the neatly drawn heap and came out with an eccentric massive le,af that was not found in the area where I found it. For a while, I rummaged around to see if the tree was really situated around, but I was proved correct. That kind of species can’t be grown in such a location.

So I owed it to broom my place. After clearing, when I was about to throw it, an idea was born in my hectic mind to turn the leaf into a self-entertaining work.

Gradually, I came up with the initiative of scripting an ode on the rarely found leaf. The thoughts started to flow. In fact, I was entirely in the world of thoughts, where I was put out of my mind about the actual world. Hours passed, and I felt like I had returned to my mom and dad, but suddenly, a tremendous thunder drew me out of the thoughtful world. And unluckily, I had to hurry up because the weather conditions reflected that it was going to rain. I was to look for a cottage or protective place, so I drew together all my belongings and set out for my destiny.

Luckily, after covering some miles, I got to an old cottage. It seemed to be inhabited by someone, as a dim light beam was seen.

Immediately, I made my presence known at the wooden door and knocked stridently. A fair young lady opened the door. I asked her if I could stay at her cottage tonight. She instantaneously replied with a positive answer. The lady bid me to go for refreshment and then arrived on the dining slab for a hot winter tea. Submitting to her polite words, I removed my bag and placed it on a table.

After the healthy tea, I asked the pretty lady for the way to the guest room for the night, but I forgot my bag in the drawing room. I was about to close my eyelids when a stormy wind hit the windows. Consequently, the wind broke into the house, and my bag, which was kept downstairs, fell to the ground. A leaf of the epic flew to the lady standing near it. First, the lady thought it would be personal, but she knew nobody records a personal thing on a leaf. And so she gazed at it. It said,

‘’I’M LONE

IN THE MISTY CHILLED DARKNESS

WHY IS IT BLOWN?

TO ME, THE LONELINESS.

OOO MY SOUL

FAR AWAY FROM YOUR GOAL

GO GET INTO THE HOLE

TO PERCEIVE A BOOK

The next morning, I thanked the lady and requested that she drop me off in her car at a nearby city. We set out for the city and luckily got to one where she took me to a building named AUTHOR’S DESTINY. It seemed strange, but as I stepped out of the car, a media rush surrounded me with cameras and continually raised questions about the epic I wrote on the leaf. I was knocked for six. Where did they get my ode from? Soon, the confusion left me, and I discovered the helpful lady was a publisher. She had read it last night and was impressed by it. Subsequently, everyone was showering me with flowers when I felt something disgusting. In place of flowers, there was a bucket full of water in the hands of my mom, which she was pouring on me in the early morning to wake me up for the usual dragging to school. When I got up, I realised that it was just a nightmare.