Halo

Sweaty in the night she gasps for an open breath, another bad dream, another stream gone awry. How can this be she thought as the leaves slowly turn gold. The branch softly scratches at the window. Below unseen unheard in the land of colors and mist, a one-eyed pikeman delivers the news to his liege. She awakens sir, do we stop the transmission? Nay, he cried, let’s take her for another ride. Through the clouds she sped the orange and maroons, a light rose gold halo on her head. Disaster she saw around the earthen realm, through the sun’s core she passed and Saturn’s rings, into the deep darkness of space. Silence, she sighed in relief. Nothing can touch me now. Bring her back demanded the king. Snap in the bed she was with crimpled ceiling up above. How can this be, it was not a dream. The blue of the morning sky peaked through the blinds to awaken her from her stupor. The cat purr gave silence to her anxieties as she stepped onto cold wood floor.