Chapter One

-THE DREAM

I know I'm dreaming. I've dreamt so often, I've taught myself to recognize my dreams. I can even adapt some of my dreams. Problem is, I haven't figured out how to wake up yet, and this is one of those dreams where you'd really like to wake up. So here I am, lost in my dreamworld. How the [bleep] am I going to get out?

Since you can't see through my eyes, I'll try to sketch a bit of my recurring dream:

-It's a bit cloudy. Bright enough to see the outlines of the sun, but too cloudy to get a sunburn. If one could have a sunburn in a dream that is.

-There is one giant mountain with yellow snow on it. Not yellow snow as in dirty snow, it's just that the snow that falls from the sky is yellow. This is how I know when I'm in a dream or not. In real life, I love snow, but I hate the colour yellow.

-It is, except for the yellow snow, beautiful in every possible way. If I were the softhearted, romantic, OMG-at-the-end-of-the-movie-the-two-protagonists-start-to-date-I-did-so-not-see-that-coming kind of girl, it would be my paradise.

Now why, do you ask me, would I like to wake up? It seems like the perfect place to hide from the real world. That is true. But everytime I have this dream, something bad has happened to me. The first time was just after my pet rabbit had died, the second time was in the hospital, after I'd broken my foot, and the third time was after my parents told me they were going to divorce (which ultimately, they didn't). I guess that I've just matched my bad memories to this dream, and that's why I hate it.

I walk to the big tree in front of me because that is the place where I always hear why I'm here, but before I get there, I hear somebody approaching me. That is strange, I've never seen another animal here, let alone a human being. I turn around and I see the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She has long red hair, and she was very pale. I wanted to ask her who she was, but that didn't seem like a very polite way to greet someone, so I just tried to do a curtsey (which, now I think of it, is also a really weird way to say hi to a stranger).
"Who am I?" the woman said. "I'm the Dutchess."
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-HipsterForce

So this is the first chapter of a short story that I'm going to write. Hope you liked it! More will follow.