Melissa's mind opened to the wonders of the land she visited in slumber, the colours merged into one another like a montage of events streamed in formation. Blurs of faces swirled around her head and past her gaze one right after the other. She was running down the corridor and the rooms on either side were all locked, she tried to grasp each handle and open it but the lock just clunked and echoed in the dismill hall which had patchwork style wallpaper, ripped at the edges. She was running, and the hall was only extending, the faces still spinning around her and humming the lullaby which always played in her recurring dreams. Stroking either side of the wall, it shrunk smaller and smaller until it wrapped around her body and burst into a lengthy royal cloak. She was sat on a thrown with a paintbrush in hand, painting images of what she could see. There was a mouse eating peanut butter of the back of a table, having it been dropped by the pompous lady eating the luxury sweets in her front rather savagly. She painted the slim man who was leant over the dining table, slapping the custard tart into his thin lips. She ran over the image of the young girl who's locks were twisted around her body, keeping her contained in the seat she was sat, trapped. The people were dancing, ladies dresses were swirling showing their under-garments, the men's heads were held high as they danced over the black and white kitchen surface texture of the ballroom.
Melissa's mind dwindled in her dream, and she skipped from the throne and ran into the garden which had tree's entwining as far as the sky could reach. The vines around them had thorns sharp as daggers upon them, she caught herself on one, and feathers sprung from that area. Until she was savagly cut on the rest of them and fell back sinking into a hole of darkness...
Melissa awoke.
