What is Heaven?

What is Hell?

Where are they?

They must be the same for every single soul. Otherwise, it’s just a matter of taste.

“I am tired of this Heaven…”

As Riese floated through the dark and vast emptiness of her room, something surrounded her, something she could sense but could not see. She could feel the air moving around her, pressing her face, pulling her hair and icing her hands.

It was pitch black but her skin could tell her everything when her eyes didn’t even respond. She was alone, but she was also utterly helpless.

It wasn’t alive. It moved closer and closer, far away but always in the back of her neck, she stopped floating and started to fall upwards.

No, it was falling down on her.

The air suddenly started to crash near her ears and an intangible madman was dancing with her hair, in painful and frenzied need for distance.

Walls, more walls. On all sides and upside down from her feet.

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The walls were far, she could feel it but her fingertips were touching them, like touching a sky you can’t see. An invisible stretched limb beyond her body, trapped in her eyes and ears. But the madman pulled her hair to a side and it wasn’t painful any more.

Then she woke up.

Riese had almost rolled out of her bed and one of her hands was lying on the floor. And God, it was cold as ice. She was also sweating for some reason. Her left arm had been pressing her hair causing a slight headache. A great way to wake up when you are trying to get the healthiest rest possible.

Of course: she had dreamed of walls again.

To top it all: she drooled a little bit on her pillow, too.

After ruffling up her bed a bit more, the girl got up slowly, trying to remember her nightmare again as she sit on her bed.

“It would be a lot easier to remember details if the brain didn’t delete dreams after 2 seconds” she complained to herself.

At any rate, she knew there were black walls and that she hurt herself for the first time while sleeping. She couldn’t blame anything or anyone.

Well, maybe that book she read the previous night about those creatures that lived inside their boney, mobile houses.

“Toortes, I think. How in Uriel’s name did they stand it?”

It was a very interesting read, but no book or movie is worth a nightmare.

After staring lifelessly at her socks for about a minute, she looked at the door, there was some light coming from the other side of it.

“Dad is already up?”

She took a deep breath and got up from her bed, combed her hair with her hands into an improvised ponytail, and most importantly, just accepted the morning headache.

“This is supposed to be MY big day, dad”