Flash Fiction Friday: The Waking Dream #FridayReads | Renee Scattergood

Originally Posted by Renee Scattergood:

When Gora opened the next door, she wished she had never opened her closet door, to begin with. It seemed that it had been days since she heard the noise that caused her to wander into this endless maze. Instead of her clothes, she found a beautiful garden. She thought she was dreaming, so she went with it. After all, it was starting out to be an amazing dream

But on the other side of the garden, the only thing waiting for her was another door. That same scratching came from the other side, so she opened it. It was dark, so she thought it might be her bedroom and stepped inside.

The moment she crossed the threshold, the doorway behind her disappeared and she found herself in a long dark corridor with no doors. The light at the far end of the corridor gave her hope.

Hours seemed to pass, and the light never got any larger or brighter. She collapsed against the wall. This was pointless.

Scratch. Scratch.

There it was again. When she gazed down the corridor, a door appeared where the light had been. She closed her eyes, whispering a prayer.

Nothing…there was nothing. She turned to head back the way she had come, but somehow, she had been enveloped by the nothingness. The door was gone.

It felt as though days passed while she floated in limbo, drifting in and out of sleep.

The scratching woke her. She opened her eyes, but something was different this time. She was lying on a hard floor, and there was a faint light coming from under the…door.

She sat up quickly and her head hit something soft. She reached up. Cloth. It was clothing. Was she?

She opened the door and looked around. It was her bedroom. She must have had some dream if she sleepwalked to her closet. She stood, shaking off the grogginess and ambled over to her bed, then gasped.

Her bed was already occupied. By her.