Inception within a Bed of Flowers

What happens when reality become your own worst enemy?

He chased me into the meadows of death, mesmerized by my mischievous kiss. 

Our love has entered the stage of cat and mouse, and I am distracted by the smell of old vintage cheese.

A bed of flowers buries me deep into the grass blades.

I await his appearance, contemplatively. 

My body is heavy and the blades are drawing blood.

I begin to meditate.

I come to the conclusion that he loves me, even though he carries the burdens of my father's failures.

I am now lighter. The blades do not hurt as much. 

I hear footsteps and heavy breathing in the outskirts of the meadow.

I am relieved, he will finally find me and join me in this bed of death.

The footsteps inch closer.

I hold my breath, but I'm quite certain he has already spotted me.

My nervous energy is likely to give away my cover.

The footsteps grow heavy and impatient.

My heart returns to its irregular state, the effects of meditation have worn off.

I feel a brisk wind grace me beneath my navel. 

Have I been discovered?

Masculine hands grab my hips and reposition my posture.

"Is he going to take me? Here?"

The grip fastens. The touch is cold, distant.

I feel penetration between my legs.

This touch is unfamiliar, unloving.

I lift my head from the bed. 

To my surprise, an unfamiliar man overshadows me.

 Gaining power through penetration while taking the very last of my strength. 

Flowers slowly tumble down my hair, on to the blades of death.The blades stab the flowers and they begin to bleed.

This is not my lover. 

The man pushes me back into the blades of grass.

I am now twenty pounds heavier and the blades are piercing through my soul.

I stare numbly at the sky.

The clouds take on shapes of pleasant things.

I begin to feel far removed from my body.

I no longer feel the blades, or the penetration from the man.

The clouds are comforting.

I fall asleep and dream of my love coming to find me. 

I dream that we are lying down next to each other.

He watches me in my sleep and whispers "Honey, wake up"

"Honey, wake up"

"My love, wake up. You were having a nightmare. Are you okay"

I look around, and I am back in my room.

There is no sign of flowers or the mysterious man.

My lover is next to me. Holding me close. Worried about me.

I hug him ferociously. "I had the worst dream! There were flowers, and a man!"

"A man?" He repeats in gentle and concerned voice. 

Blood drips down his forehead and on to my skin.

Behind his head, I find my fingers. Pricked and filled with blood.