Surreal

Here's another story

The Drip drop sound and the smell of the bitter and dark liquid that temporarily fills the invisible wounds all up and down my body. It begins to drown out the chaos around me as well as within me. I reach for the cup as the steam rises from it and I can make out trees in that wistful steam and then I start to hear the sound of laughter and the bounding of a dog chasing after children. The touch of the warm cup surges through me and the ice that encases my heart starts to melt. As I tip the cup back I close my eyes and the liquid of home seeps through my lips to my dry tongue and then at that moment I'm suddenly barefoot on a soft trail littered with leaves. I slowly raise my eyes and I see trees with beautiful brown layered bark and long swooping branches that hold the evergreen leaves where the sun peaks out behind them making a speckled design on my face. I look ahead of me and then behind me and I can't decipher where the trail began or where it ends so I start running down the trail as orange and yellow leaves are kicked up behind me and I can hear the laughter and the bounding of a dog again and I realize the laughter is coming from me while the dog is behind me, smiling. It was so odd hearing myself laugh, it's been so long that I can't even remember the last time I had laughed, actually laughed, but I don't want to reopen that wound again, I want to enjoy the warm sun shining down on me through the trees. But before long I look back and my smile on my face leaves as fast as it had come as I see trees crunch and crack as they turn black, the ground is now a rough and rocky terrain. The dog has grown twice in size and it's smile is replaced with a snarl and its eyes are pitch black like a night with no stars or moon and its fur is ragged and its teeth are now the razors that taunt me in my bathroom. Indistinctive words fill the air and I'm tearing through the forest as the dead branches scratch up my body. The sound is getting louder and louder and yet ever so clearer. Someone is calling my name but I don't answer I just keep running and the dog, that is now more of a beast has caught up with me and I fall down as it grabs my leg with its powerful jaw. As it moves its fixation from my leg, slowly up to my neck, the voice is now the only thing I can hear and it's urgent and worried and then
*Snap*
I'm back in my kitchen with my mother in front of me staring with her face stricken with concern.
"Anonymous?"
"Yes?"
"Are you ok? I've been calling your name for the past 10 minutes!, And then you just, just dropped your mug!"
I look down to find shattered ceramic pieces and coffee splattered everywhere, and rivers of red are running down the leg that the beast had grabbed.
I look back up at her not sure what to say.
"I um, thought I saw a..... a rat"
" A rat?"
"Um,.....yes?"
" ok .......well ok, clean up this mess your going to make me late for work..."