Please Wake Me Up

1 min readAug 7, 2023
Photo by Denys Nevozhai on Unsplash

I once dreamt of a gray world.

An island stood silently in the middle of the vast ocean. In its upper right stood a lone cottage that looked like it had seen better days. Amidst the looming trees and rocks, it resembled a small, worn-down figure of a person, one laying down to rest their sore muscles and tired soul.

Looking at the shattered windows was like looking into lifeless eyes. A once vibrant soul battered by life till all its life had been drained away. Life had taken away its life.

It lay still, only making scream-like sounds when the wind blew into its broken windows. Perhaps the wind screamed for a broken soul that could no longer cry.

The island stood silently but firmly around the cottage like thick walls to keep away strangers.

It was a dream where colors disappeared, and dreams ceased to exist.

It was a dream where life had no meaning.




Trying to make sense of myself and everything around me through short stories and essays.