by Dallas Burkham

Created on: November 03, 2010

"Now!" She screams. I take off running as fast as I can. Speed is the only thing that will assure recovery. Everyone takes off their blindfolds and looks down at the cold glass floor that melts with every step I take. The game has begun. Ahead I see the glass. It is frail and thin but the only thought aloud in my head is trust. The master has the power to disqualify me if any negative vibes push through the shock waves of my brain. Behind me, though I am not aloud to look,  I can feel heat on the back of my legs. I can only imagine the crystal coated glass melting away as the bottom of my shoes lift away from it. The process in my head doesn't have the capacity to register the question 'why'. I am only granted the knowledge to run at this point. Just as the heat starts burning my skin, I see a door. I can tell that the door has no handle. I look all around to find an answer, but there is none. I am not aloud to stop running, so I throw myself at the door, screaming to boost the adrenaline. The door busts into seven pieces that turn immediately into doves and they gracefully fly away. I hear the crowd gasp in amazement. They begin to clap. The tables suddenly turn and I am in control. Not only have I been placed here for their entertainment, but it is my pleasure to bend their beliefs and enlighten them. I continue to run, and now it feels like I have gained all energy back. I thank my imagination for the encouragement as I realize this is whatever I want it to be. What was once a task is now a privilege. The logical ghost in me wakes back up and I notice I am now running on soft soil with bare feet. I look around to see flowers towering above my head. The smell of sweet irises lift my soul. The sun shines with golden rays through the willow trees, which hang down and brush softly like ribbons against my skin. For some reason, I can't feel the sticks and twigs breaking beneath my toes. I can see the crowd's eyes watching me through dew drops on the flower petals, but I no longer mind. It is almost flattering to know they remain so interested. To test the mold-able nature of this situation, I imagine that the lush green trees burst into platinum sparkles. All at once the ground beneath me quakes so strong that I fall onto my hands and knees. 'This can't be it for me! I was only using my imagination!', I think to myself.

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