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Somnio Despero Ch. 4
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 Created on 7-8-08
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Daphne scampered away while Jasmine led Patrick deeper into the forest where a river wove through like a ribbon. They both rested by the bank, which was dotted with daisies. Jasmine plucked one.
“Remember all those times I wrote in my notebook at the nature parks?” she began. Patrick nodded, and Jasmine spread her arms out. “This is my story and our forest enhanced. Isn’t it lovely?”
“It’s amazing,” Patrick said.
“This forest, which I named Somnio Despero, became my escape from reality. I have all I need here and nothing to worry about.”
“But how did this all just appear here?” Patrick asked.
Jasmine cocked her head. “I don’t know exactly. I came to the Chandall Hotel very often to write , because in my own apartment I couldn’t concentrate . I would take the elevator to the highest floor, where I’d look over the city from their big picture window and create my own dreamland . One day I did this, I noticed the elevator suddenly stopped then, and opened to show all of this!”
“Curious, I looked at what floor the elevator said I was on. Much to my surprise the number was one above the highest floor! I had created a level above the Chandall Hotel! Isn’t that strange-but incredible?”
Patrick nodded. “What abut those strange symbols?”
Jasmine smiled sadly. “Ah, yes. That was difficult. I wanted to find a way so no one would discover this place. It was always occupying my mind. These was so much pressure, I couldn’t take anything – that’s why I broke it off with you. I wanted to tell you so bad, but I didn’t think you ever believe me.”
She paused.
“Eventually, I created my own code which no one else could read. The more I wrote about it, the more it became clearer on the other elevator panel I created. When it was finally finished, I decided to stay.”
“After a while, I wanted some company. Daphne literally became my brainchild. She is a helper and a friend to me. Only she knows the way in here, and only people who keep their eyes and minds wide open can see her. That’s why I knew you’d find her.”
“Tripped over her, more like it,” Patrick laughed.
“I’ve missed you,” Jasmine said softly, twirling her daisy.” Did you miss me?”
“More than you know.”
For a long time, Patrick and Jasmine lay there by the bank together, maybe for hours, but Patrick didn’t care. All he wanted was to kiss her and smell the lavender in her hair. After awhile, Jasmine gave him a tour of the beauty in Somnio Despero, showing him mountains, meadows, and lakes, everything he’d wanted to see in the world but never could. Jasmine chattered away, and Patrick just listened to the smoothness of her voice, hardly believing he was with her in this place. Finally they came to rest by the bank once again, and Patrick felt happier than he’d been in a long time.
After a while, Jasmine rested her head on his shoulder. “Stay here with me, Patrick.”
Patrick put his cheek on her head and closed his eyes. “It could be just you and me--together here forever. You’d never have to worry about traffic, or deadlines, or not getting your comics published.”
Patrick opened his eyes. “I’m getting there.”
“But it could be for years. You might not ever get published, and then you will have done it all for nothing. Northing is worth that. You will never have to draw again here.”
Patrick looked right at her. “I have to believe it’s worth it. Drawing is my life! I could never give it up.”
He was silent for a moment, then bit his lip. “Jasmine, I’m afraid I can’t stay here with you. There’s still a chance for me.”
Jasmine stopped twirling her daisy. Her chin trembled. “You don’t want to be with me?”
“No, no, it’s not that. I just—I can’t stay in a dream world. There is something for me in the real world—I just haven’t discovered it yet. All fantasies come to an end.”
Jasmine began to cry, her face buried in her hands.
“Don’t—don’t cry, Jasmine. I love you,” Patrick said, holding her close.
“If you loved me, you would stay!” she shouted, pulling away. She was suddenly angry, her face contorting into a hateful glare. Jasmine’s daisy abruptly began spurting ink, and the petals fell as fluttering strips of paper.
“Jasmine…….,” Patrick gasped.
“Stop! Don’t! Nothing is real…….nothing is real…...” she sobbed.
The whole landscape around them began to dissolve into ink and bits of paper, with Jasmine wailing in the middle of it. Patrick stumbled back, wildly searching for an escape.
“Over here!” Daphne shouted, taking him by the sleeve like she had earlier.
They dashed through the forest as the green faded away and the paper fell like autumn leaves. Daphne pressed the down button on the elevator, and the doors closed on a crumbling world.
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Please Login to post comments| On July 9th 2008 Robert93635 Said : | |
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wow. that's so cool. and sad. |
