It’s the night like all. She’s in her bed. Alone at her home as always, bringing to her mind the weirdest stories and thoughts.  It’s dark. Not even in the room but outside too. Could it be even better than being in a bed after a tiring day? And staring at the lemon moon hanging in a sky? Nothing, just darkness and she…In whole room…In the whole world…

While everything seems to be so real she’s walking in a huge ancient building. It’s cold inside. Her clothes look totally different. She wears long winter coat with disheveled fur on its hood.  Black short hair is catching some light waves from the windows. But the sun isn’t warm. The frosted windows and that little glimpse of the light tells that it’s an early winter outside. The space of a building has something magic inside. The silence brings the greatness. It looks like it has been an abode of gods. They left thousands of books and writings lay on the shelves in a gloaming space with tall ceiling. The feeling of abandoned place… But together - so full of living.

The quiet scratching from somewhere makes her feel that she’s not alone here. The voices outside the closed back door behind her mean something bad. And the guy appearing in front of her from nowhere. Obviously, the noise behind her it’s because of him. She wonders why she’s feeling something familiar. It’s like she knows him. She’s his friend... She knows that and knows that there’s something more… Happening inside of her chest… He’s smiling like  nothing happened. Shiny dark strands fall on his eyes. He turns around and pushes tall ancient front door. They open and behind them she sees the huge staircase going down and the path leading to the woods. The cold air comes to the building and she breathes in. The weird mystery embraces her and the strange feeling of the end slowly gets inside of her body. Her wondering what that suppose to mean doesn’t help at all because the noise behind her is getting louder and louder. She sees how the guy is back .With the brought feeling of safeness to her and the encouraging smile he takes her hand. Why did he do that? She strangely knows that he would not act like that in any way. So why is this time different? But her mind is soon perplexed with a slight pull. That was him. The guy pulled her together with him through the wide opened door. She felt how her coat is streaming because of the wind. And the cold air coming around her figure. But… But something wasn’t cold. That hand holding hers.

First steps, second steps, third ones… Soon she is running near him down the staircase. Why the feeling is so weird? She doesn’t know that. The hand of him is still holding hers and they soon appear in the woods. The trees are totally leafless, it’s winter. Nothing seems to be beautiful around but it has something special. The view is blurry. The mist made of cold and little water drops wreathes every single tree and she feels it around her face, hands. The feeling that she’s dreaming becomes stronger and stronger. She doesn’t want to wake up. Doesn’t want to come back to the real world. She feels very good here, and safe. Here in her own mind. With him. Walking in a silence of the trees. The warmth of his hand, that familiar feeling, and knowing that it isn’t going to last makes the safeness intertwine with  strong sadness. He stops there’s no smile on his face. He knows this is going to the end. She knows that even better. Wanting that this would be real. The guy leans against the tree then takes her other hand. His head and eyes are downcast. “I know that this is a dream, and soon I will have to wake up…” she says it slowly with pain…
He’s aware of the end getting even closer. “We will meet….again…I won’t live long if we don’t” follows a bittersweet smile on his face….

Here’s the pillow, and the window and here’s the morning sun. Why it had to happen?

An other ordinary day, with extraordinary dream, that this time had a different ending. How many times will that keep happening until it stops, or turns into something in this world?

There isn’t much time to think as the usual things of the day require her attention.

Same roads taken, same streets full of people going their own ways, thinking about their own problems. Rushing to start an other day. Huge tall glass towers surrounding the tiny body of hers, just don’t feel the same anymore.  But here’s the same bridge leading over the glittering river. Strangely, this time it isn’t all lonely and empty…There is….A figure sitting on it’s edge. The light bounces from it like from a broken mirror… And broken mirrors never tell a clear, lovely story.

The rising figure getting taller, making a decision.

Suddenly the overflowing sadness just pushes her to grab on it.

“Don’t do it! Please…” she begs the stranger…

The face turns at her. Leaving her pale as she sees too familiar eyes and the black hair covering them.

“It’s….you….” she stutters… “You are not alone….even if none could hear your cries in this world, I have heard you, in an other one, the one where we try to escape to every night while asleep, our minds are powerful.” She tries to convince him.

“I…” he tries to say something but nothing happens.

“You don’t have to speak right now…just come with me. Sometimes making decisions on your own is too unbearable, but there’s more hope to get through the hard times when you have someone to share them with.” She smiles gently and pulls his arm, he follows.

Now there are two figures, crossing the bridge, to the brighter tomorrow.

Sometimes silent screams are louder than one can imagine.