I gazed into her eyes as we slowly swayed to the cadence. Her beauty never ceased to amaze me, even after all these years. Soft features and vibrant blue eyes accented by raven black hair. Adorned in a white evening gown you couldn't help but stare. Her soft body pressed against mine, gentle breaths tickling my neck. Closing her eyes she pressed her face against my chest. Her hair gave off the faintest smell of citrus, just like the first time I had held her like this. Fond memories flooded my mind as we continued the hypnotic motion. Then as quickly as it had begun the song ended.
Under the oaken tree lies the grave of the fallen king. No fancy casket or extravagant marker, just a man 6 feet under. The king found no consolation in war, riches, or drink. But his one true love was the great oaken tree. Where once upon a day long ago the queen received a deadly blow. Upon it he erected an extravagant grave where he mourned his love everyday. The queen never saw value in things made by men but only beauty in those made by the land. Thus out of the tomb sprouted a tiny seed that grew at an extraordinary speed. And at the return of the king there no longer stood a grave but an oaken tree.
I could feel the hot breaths on my neck creating great contrast to the chill air. I whipped around as quickly as I could fists flying up in defense. I was met by an empty road as far as the eye could see. Dim lights flickered on and off in the distance and an unnatural silence filled the air. I could feel it again. Hot breaths taken slowly one after another falling on my neck. My elbow flung backwards to meet my assailant but, met no resistance. Something suddenly felt wrong. Maybe it just took a while to click in my head yet it felt like I knew from the beginning. This time I felt no breath just the cold air brushing by me.
I could feel it there in the dark, just watching me. Like it did every night before this and most likely every night after this. It's eyes glittered in the dark reflecting the dim moonlight. Not making a move or even it's presence known, just watching. It drove me mad. Not the fear of what it would do but the anticipation. It hammered at my nerves, every second of it wearing away at me. It just had to end! I flung the blanket over my head and dashed at the closet which had become it's permanent home. I jammed my hand into the crack of the closet and opened it slowly. It stared back at me with empty, dead, cold eyes.
His vision grew hazy and he felt himself begin to drift. And all that he could think about were the times that he had failed that led him up to this moment. From when he was unable to graduate college to the point he was unable to fulfill his dreams. The hours of unsuccessful writing that seemed to lead into hours of unsuccessful editing. That in the end led to an unworthy story that was tossed away. All of his ideas worthless in the eyes of others and his efforts ignored. Now here lays a man starving because he decided he would believe in himself. Believe in the garbage phrase "if you set your mind to it you can do anything". Because sometimes you just can't.