I only truly wake when I sleep
When my breathing slows, my stirring stops
My feet slip into a world of mine and mine alone
Take my hand, dear traveler
Here, soft grass whispers beneath our heels and pale-lipped buds tremble at our touch, peeling back to reveal sleeping silver sprites who nip our fingers
A litany of warbled singing spills from a lake as a scaled woman dips beneath its surface, her hair blooming from under like a flower
The scent of spring, youthful and fresh and naive, fills your nostrils and you tug a handful of gooseberries free from its branches and let it burst in your mouth
Somewhere, a cursed prince is relearning how to make his twisted limbs to move
Lovelarks sing their woeful tune and yet another pair of wanderers fall prey
We duck in the foliage as a herd of dragons burst through the sky, heading north –
In another world, sunlight spills through a half-opened window and dark eyes snap open, sleep still clinging to the lashes
Sudiksha is an aspiring poet and author who has a deep-rooted love for fantasy and mythology. She has had her works published in numerous zines and an anthology. You can find her on Instagram.
‘Once Upon a Dream’ appeared in Pop the Culture Pill’s April 2021 Issue. Read the the complete issue here.
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