Short Story: The Tower in My Dream
That was the tower in my dream.
I pull myself up the ladder just like last time. People fall past me on both sides. It’s a shame. But I know they’ll wake up once they hit the ground. I remember the moment of utter fear I’d felt as I’d tumbled through the air.
And I know I’m dreaming, but I can’t stop climbing. And what will happen when I reach the top? Will I fall and colour the ground?
Perhaps.
But those few seconds of fear will be worth it just to wake up. Because I am tired of climbing. I’m tired of the itch in my hands caused by the dirt left behind from others’ shoes, and knowing I can’t stop to scratch.
Because if I do I will fall.
But why must this tower be so tall? There couldn’t be such a thing as an eternal ladder.
As the people fall by I sense their regrets.
The last thing he said to his wife.
The crush who never knew her.
And here I am without regret, for whatever I have done wrong I have paid back with a thousand rights. Another rung, another step. Another challenge to face. And each one I had faced head on, and thus here am I, climbing a ladder to the heavens.
Even hurled stones cannot stop me, for what stone can break the mould of destiny? The top of this ladder is where my future lies. There lies the future of all. Come stones, I challenge you. Empower me to strive further, for without hindrance there is no challenge, and without challenge there is no reward.
Reward without challenge is the devil’s friend, and those who practise the cheat’s way shall fall from the tower to meet their other destiny.
The people falling by try to latch onto me and bring me down with them. They can’t touch me. I’ve done nothing wrong.
The ladder is not eternal. I can see the top. My destiny awaits. I reach up and pull myself another step closer. As soon as I had started climbing, it seems, I pull myself over the ladder and stand on the top of a thin spire, room enough for only one foot. I dare to look down, one foot hanging over the edge. I don’t fall. I am perfectly balanced, and I am unafraid.
Here a light comes, from everywhere around. My destiny has been found. I am blinded by white. And there is nothing.
I sit up. I see a tower with a great ladder.
That was the tower in my dream.
2 comments:
I liked this. Thanks for sharing. Caught your link from CC
Thanks for reading. I'm really glad you liked it. :)
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