A Different Dream ~ Short Story ~

I shrank in the swing like an embryo in a womb .
It began to sway me between two olive trees , under the rain.

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I saw him...
On the other bank of the dream he was flapping his wings.
He saw me ...
Each bank went closer to the other.
As I looked in his eyes, I saw the sea, which has
always obsessed my dreams , and drove me to wait for its waves so long.

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Her reproach woke me up :
- Are you still dreaming?
*Oh, again .....!!
-Wake up. Stop weaving threads of illusion around you.
* Why should this annoy you..?!
-Because You think that life is a dream.Open your eyes. Look around you. Don t you see war which may outbreak at any moment, don t you see our father who was thrown on the bed of pain since their company declared bankrupt,don t you see our brother who was forced to quit the university in order to work and help us survive , don t you see our mother suffering
silently while depression ...

I interrepted her whispering:
*Merely, because of such reality , I do need to dream. Do you understand now......?!

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I resumed swinging . When the swing lifted me high, I saw my sister " upside-down", and when it brought me down , I saw her " downside-up" !
She did not give up. She went on but with a decreasing anger:
-Honey, if you wish your hand to reach the top of a tree, you need a ladder..
I declared while I was looking at her "downup-side":
* I have a ladder which can make me reach the sky.

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I resumed,passing the colourful beads,one by one,in the thread of dreams.

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