Everything seemed to be going right for Cora. She had a wonderful fiance, a great best friend and a fulfilling life. One day, a tragic event caused that life to crumble around her. She turned to her best friend in her time of need. They embarked on a search for answers, delving deeper into a web of magic and destruction. The closer they got to the truth, the more questions they had. To Cora, magic was the stuff of fairy tales. Immersed into a very different kind of world, the real storm was just beginning to take hold.
“It felt like I was nowhere yet everywhere all at once. I was invisible and completely panicked. The millions of pieces I had dissolved to drift on the breeze and away from my nightmares. It was kind of like floating weightless in a pool, perfectly relaxing. The warm breeze from the window embraced and soothed me. I let the air current carry me as far as it could through the summer city.”
“Defeated, I closed my eyes and took a few calming breaths trying to relax myself. I pictured the dandelion in the park today and took a deep breath as to blow the fluffy seeds in all directions. I pretended I was light and fluffy and started to feel a tingling in my body. I began to feel as light as the dandelion seeds and soon I felt like mist floating. This time, I tried to keep myself in the room, swirling in a humid block.”
Through all the mess, I managed to actually have a peaceful dream. I dreamt I was an incandescent purple butterfly floating lightly through the summer air. I reveled in the warm night and the soft breeze I was encompassed in. Looking up, I revealed a gibbon’s moon waning in the inky night amongst the twinkling stars.
Gentle as the breeze itself, I landed on a blade of grass. I was surrounded by an entire field of swaying grass and I sank down to the soft earth. Time seemed to stand still as I took in the warm peaceful night.
That was when I woke up, and I meant that I really woke up. I was lying in a meadow, the cool earth beneath me. My blue eyes snapped open in panic. I soon realized that the moon, the breeze and the grass were no figment of my imagination.
Naked and panicked, my mind began racing as all the thoughts course through it at once. Where was I? How was I going to get back to the motel? Naked and exposed, I tried to steady my breathing for fear of the panic. I stood up, looking around under the cover of darkness. My heart raced and then skipped a beat as I saw the motel just off to the left of my field of vision.
Knowing that I couldn’t walk back there naked, I chose the option to dissolve. I was shaking and it was hard to gain my bearings. Sinking down to the ground, I remembered the trick Nessa taught me. After a few tries, I managed to succeed. I was a dandelion and my particles were molecules floating carelessly on the wind like fluffy bits of seeds.
Once again, the feeling of the soft breeze surrounded me. I swirled with the flow of the air towards the motel and soon I was seeping into the corners of the mildew laden door. Wasting no time, I reformed on the other side and quietly slid on my clothes. Too freaked to process any of this, I climbed back into bed and slowed my breathing to a steady rhythm.
Author Bio: Andrea Heltsley
I am a biology nerd who decided it was more fun writing than dissecting. I have written two novels and my third will be out this summer. I live on coffee and read like a robot. My husband and two italian greyhounds usually have to tear me away from the computer...imagine that. :)