'Twas But A Dream

There's a pressure unexplained by the atmosphere.

There's a sound not heard by the crashing of the sea.

The wind creates no breeze.

The sun contributes no heat.

My skin crawls with the rushing of adrenaline in the branches of my veins.

In the distance on the ocean's waves I can see a light. Closer it approaches as though being pushed by the wings of the angels in Dante's Purgatorio. As lightening the figure now stands before me.

"Expectations." the figure states.

With this single word I assume he is greeting me with a name. I have met my first challenge.

As quickly as the numbness had arrived, it was gone.

I awoke beneath the great oak with a book gently closed in my lap.

Resting my weary head against the mighty tree I sighed,

  'Twas but a dream...