I find myself lying on a king-sized bed.
I notice that everything on the bed is black,
The sheets, the pillows and the bed frame.
Every part of this bed is black.
I try to sit up, but it’s a struggle.
It’s not painful in any way,
But it’s like a weight is forcing me to stay down.
It’s like I’m not meant to rise from this bed.
I’m only meant to lie on this bed.
I miraculously manage to sit up,
However, I fear that I have broken some unspoken rule.
I look around the room,
And I see that I’m in a room of luxury and comfort.
I think I’m in a hotel room.
There’s a chandelier in the middle of the room.
A dark blue carpet that was comfortable to my bare feet.
It looks like the ocean.
The walls had a nice, maple brown color.
On the walls, there is a painting of some sort.
It’s a painting of some black-sanded beach.
All of sudden, a door opens from behind me.
I turn around and see a beautiful woman in a white robe.
I look at her face and instantly recognize her.
There’s no one like her.
She also has a glass of something red in her hands.
It could be juice or possibly wine.
She smiles at me, and I smile back at her.
I’m happy to see her.
The door closes on its own,
And she walks towards me with the glass.
When she reaches me, she raises the glass of red liquid to my face.
She wants me to drink the red liquid.
I’m unsure, but she begs me to just trust her.
I trust her with my heart.
I grab the glass and consume every drop of the red liquid.
It’s not necessarily good to me.
It’s a little sweet, but the red liquid is mostly bitter to me.
The worst thing happens to me after I’m done drinking the red liquid.
I fall to my knees as pain surges my body.
I start coughing blood,
And my vision starts to blur.
My head starts pounding and pounding,
And I collapse head first on the ocean-like carpet.
I can’t move at all.
I’m scared and worried about what’s going to happen next.
I start feeling kisses on my cheek.
It’s from her.
They soothe me and feel wonderful.
Then, she whispers something strange in my ear.
She says that we’ll see each other again.
She hopes that the tide will be in my favor.
Everything turns black.
I wake up from a strange dream that I can’t help but remember.
My mind is confused.
I don’t know what to think about her.
I don’t know what to think about the familiar dream girl.
This is the end of part three of the Dream Girls series. Be sure to like, share and comment your thoughts on this poem!
I will be posting and sharing part four of Dream Girls on Monday!