The golden sun rose on a newly-born, cloudless day, its golden rays extending a helping hand to my crystal-clear window. I woke up in heaven, I extended my arms in rejoice and to give them the relief of extension. I got out of bed feeling satisfied and well-rested slowly while basking in the glorious heat of the sun. It was as if I were receiving a long, warm, loving hug.
What clothes should I wear today, I thought. Maybe my jeans, maybe my formal button-down shirt. Or maybe, I just simply continue wearing my comfy t-shirt and cozy sweats. I left my room and strolled down my hall to the living room, feeling as though I were wearing a blanket across my body instead of actual, controlling clothes.
I love summer. I could not wait to experience it. I ran outside shouting bye to my parents without waiting for a response.
I love my house, my loving mother, my father, my siblings, my friends, everyone. I run out in the midsummer winds, the winds gently kissing my entire body. I strolled the quiet streets of my humble suburban neighborhood. I walked up and down the street waiting for my friends to appear from their house.
I rode my bike around each of our houses, embracing the now stronger wind. The wind pushed my bike as if it wanted me to go somewhere. At some point, I swear it felt like a hand pushing my body. Myself, getting freaked out, dismounted my bike and set it down on the curve. My friends still weren’t outside, which was odd as now it was nearly noon. The sun was at its highest point in the blue dome surrounding us, which was now speckled with white blotches.
Has it already been that long, I thought. How time passes.
At this point, I had the sense to knock on my friends’ doors. I first knocked on my friend Henry’s door.
Nothing. No response. No door steps. No groan of the parents shouting to get the door.
Then Michael’s
Nothing
Then finally Joshua’s
Nothing
That’s really odd, I thought. I looked back at my bike, in the middle of the street, upright. The street lights acted as a spotlight on it. I felt hands on my back and my arms pushing me towards the bike, the same hands that I felt before. They were icy cold like the wind, but they had the power and shape and precision of human hands.
The bike glistened, it was as if the bike compelled me to ride it. The wind hands were still pushing me until I was right up against the bike. Seeing no other option, I mounted my bike, and it sped off like a race car.
The acceleration at first was a shock to me, but eventually I got used to it. I initially saw the identical houses of the suburbs racing by, but they now blurred to a brown the color of dry soil. I also now started to feel droplets of water against my body. I looked at the sky, and it was a dark gray.
The speed of the bicycle increased, and I started to feel more and more sick. I was cold, chilled to the bone. I was not only cold in my body, but also freezing in my heart and head. I wanted to jump off the bike, but I knew if I did, I would be seriously injured. I felt so alone, so confused, and so concerned about what was going to happen to me that I could not take it anymore. I screamed. I screamed what was left of my heart out. I screamed so loud that it seemed the clouds heard me and retaliated with a blinding flash of lightning right in front of me.
That was when I woke up, the roar of the thunder and the flash of lightning by my window disturbing me to the point of awakening. I then heard the gentle tapping of the rain outside my window, looked around my safe, quiet room, relaxed, and then went back to sleep.