I will love to get missing on a silly wonderland. I love to be in "crazy" situations but most of the times in my dream, Haha!

You know those times in movies when a knight in shining armour comes to save his princess! Why does it feel like these happen only in movies? Yes, I love such scenarios and I want it tough and adventurous.

I want to get locked up in a scary room with my baby boo and yeah I get to rest my head on his chest. I want to travel with friends and let out car get damaged on the road, yes then we would all squat in the car. I won’t be too adventurous if I am tempted to think that a monster appears from nowhere and we all have to run out of the car and run to wherever…

Since I love all these, I imagine a lot of creepy things, especially when I want to sleep and this story below is one of them.

I am lost in a forest with a heartless Jailer.

The Story

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My jailer comes to me every night. The darkest of nights is when he showed himself to me. Nights when the stars secreted sacred virgin blood.

In the mornings, he comes too. The saddest of mornings. Mornings when the dancing earth with two eyes; one white and the other dark engage in war with humans: half feet tall, dangling head, blood shot eyes and bloody teeth. These eyes of the earth are squinty, one rolls up and the other rolls down. Perfectly, just the way they know would make me scream.

When my eyes are shut deeply, he comes with a python head in his rottening hands.

My expected action is familiar. I know I must move towards the python… I close my eyes, the fresh smell of blood from my chained hands and legs hit my broken nose. I cough slowly, I still feel choked. So I pause a bit, and cough once, twice, thrice, satisfied.. I move towards the python.

“Kiss it and be free from my torment of chains” My jailer said.

“Ye…” I tried to say the word “Yes” but my mouth tightened from a biting thirst.

I moved towards the python like I have done all these while.

“I will succeed this time” I said, bringing my tongue slowly towards the ugly python. I saw myself in it's broken eyes, then it's full lips spread apart flashing me a mysterious smile.

“Yuck!” I lashed out, forgetting my hands were chained as I tried to pull my hands over my abandoned eyes. I felt my blood from the chain cut drip down.

“Do it now!” I screamed at the python and my Jailer.

It's my 7th year here in this cave. I haven’t been able to kiss the monstrous python. I get punished for it every time. I can no longer remember what it looks like outside. It's very dark here. The only light is from a golden necklace that lies underneath a stone that weeps once I weep.

“Now!” I screamed again, ready to go on a black rollercoaster ride.

“The silver chain!” My jailer said to the green eyed monster a distance away from me.

I knew what the silver chain meant: A meal of ugly frogs surrounded with cat furs on the edges of a weird plate.

I ate, the tears dripped. I didn’t sniff nor weep out. I dreaded the weeping stone much more than my meal of dead frogs.

I knew it was time to sleep, I wasn’t going to let the sound of my master fighting strange monsters disturb me.

“Silver” I moaned lightly, staring at my chain. I moved my hands to the weak part of the silver chain that I discovered Eight months ago. If I continue to pull and scratch it against a sharp instrument that laid just beside me, it would fall apart.

Each time I got chained with the silver chain, there was no sleep. I pull and scratch and pull and scratch. That is the only fading thing down here.

But this night as I prepared to begin the pulling, my eye lids patted each other slowly and Iris' image glowed within my closed eyes.

Still the same bald head, deep eyes, unseen smile, brown lips with a brown amulet around his hand.

Iris, the boy in my dream. I have taken time to create this image of Iris.

Iris, my Knight in shining armour. The one I hope would rescue me someday.

“Mimy” I heard him say.

“Iris, kiss me now”

“Sleeping beauty, you must sleep now” I heard him say, blowing warm air all over my weary pretty face.

“Iris, are you real?”

“Yes, I am” He said like a boy trapped in a fading dream.

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