the dream: a series, Bre Kenney

the dream

Bre Kenney

there once was a girl who dreamed. every night, she was transported to a mystical wood each tree glazed with snow that glittered with wonder and light but within herself, she felt only darkness it wasn’t a bad dream, no, in fact it was a rather pleasant one, but she was not the sweet and magical princess of this realm, she was, rather, a sort of darkness that seemed to eek her way into the serenity of the snow

in tonight’s version of the dream, the girl stepped outside of her usual resting spot in the trees. instead, she ventured into a clearing surrounded by the tallest of oaks her breath clouded around her in a soft fog, but she didn’t feel cold she felt…alive tonight’s dream was new. It was exciting. and it started with that clearing and the feeling of freedom that it gave her

freedom always comes with a price, but for the joy she felt dancing and spinning in the snow, why, she felt like she would pay anything to keep that dream alive. so when she heard the trees begin to whisper, she didn’t think twice she just colored the snow with red