Treacherous Terrains

The autumn wind felt good on her skin.

 

  Her red dress shuffled as she sped past the overgrown grass to the small deserted cabin perched on the hill rising before her.The aproaching dusk bathed her surroundings in an orange-golden light,giving it an eerie,yet mesmerising aura.October in that corner of the world was fall at its finest:trees dressed in ruby,amber and pumpking;the air redolent with the scent of leaves, humid earth and wildflowers;a certain quietness settled over the land disturbed only by restless bugs or birds every once in a while.The beauty of it all seemed surreal to the blonde dressed in the crimson robe and the black lacey mask covering her eyes,yet she knew the place since long ago.

  Why was she heading to the wooden shack hoisted proudly on the hill,merely a couple of meters from a dark and deep hollow,braving the more powerful winds and storms wich occured every now and then?What awaited her there for she was in such a haste?Questions not even her had answers for.She just had to go.
  How do you know when you're dreaming?How do you discern reality from the illusion induced by the subconscious's strolls across a whimsical map build from fragments of memories?What if it feels so real that the thought of actually being in a dream doesn't even crosses your mind?She found out,maybe a little too late but she still grasped that piece of knowledge.There would always be something that doesn't fit.Something so uncanny that it makes you question what exactly is going on.And if that quaint detail that catches your eye is something that endangers you,maybe you should try waking up.Maybe your subconscious is trying to warn you that something isn't quite right.
  The old wooden door creaked when she pulled it open,making a screaching noise that seemed to pierce the silence and echo on the arms of the wind.She cringed and stepped inside.There wasn't much to see,just what you would expect from an abandoned hut:spider webs,dust,old and dirty pieces of furniture,some broken glass.But as she scanned the room with her shadowed gaze,she found that unsual detail that gives away the nature of the current world:dream or reality.With curiosity lacing her moves,she aproached the silver mirror which shifted just before her eyes.The clear surface of glass moved restlessly like water stirred by the wind,with ocasional darker shades forming in the corner then disappearing before you could actually acknowledge them.The blonde stuck a finger through the front of the mirror and,strangely,wasn't fazed when it went right through the peculiar glass.As expected,she plunged forward,without having a second thought or reason to do so.She simply moved her body forward,like it was her purpose in life to do so.And she fell.To her death.Alice did the same in the book;she fell through the looking glass and landed in a distorted Wonderland.The only difference is that she didn't die,while the girl in the red dress dived into the darkness of the hollow resting just behind the wooden house.Who knows when she hit the rocks at the bottom or if there was solid grown there at all.
  They say if you die in a dream,your heart stops in real life.