Did you see me yesterday?

Did you see me yesterday? No? How come?
I was flying all over the globe!
My back was aching for the past two weeks, and three days back I woke up crying because of the weirdest dream ever!
I was walking alone in a dark and humid big cave, it looked like Geita’s grotto, the lights were dim and I could hear a faint sound of running water. I was looking at a beautiful all-in-white lady at the heart of the cave. She had long and fizzy silver hair. Glowing, with a five-head baton in her hand, she looked like the Snow Queen, so pure. Her sister, the Night Queen, stood next to her. She was the same height and had same white skin. I think they were twins. But unlike the Snow Queen, the Night Queen was all-in-black with a dark-blue long and straight hair. Her eyes were ice blue, while her nails and lipstick were blood-red. She was holding a black whip in her hand. Both the sisters were standing on a stage. Although they were not saying a word, they looked like if they were performing a kind of a secret mass. I was looking at them in hindsight with admiration and envy for they seemed like goddesses. I was masturbating.
While lying down on the ground, intoxicated by the queens’ majesty, two strong muscled males, wearing nothing but short leather skirt, suddenly pulled me. Their golden color bodies were shining and smelled of fresh pine. I got disturbed and confused; who are they and what they want? Where are they taking me for God’s sake!!! I opened my eyes and looked into their faces; they were like robots. Bloody hell! With all the gigantesque of their look, they were no more that executers. So they dragged me to the stage, in front of the two sisters and dropped me, face down, on the floor. I was naked.
I looked up and I saw the two sisters rotating around me.Their perpetual moves took away my rather chilled feeling and brought my blood to boiling hot. The Snow Queen was standing in front of me: In a hypnotising manner, she pointed her five-head baton at my chest; I impulsively opened my arms. From the back, I sensed her sister approaching. And smoothly touching my hips; she turned my body in a gallant move, approached and hissed at my tummy. I opened my legs. I took Leonardo Da vinci’s Vitruvian Man’s position, only I was not a man!! Then they both stepped back and looked at me with pride. They set on fire a circled flame all around me and spelled me.
I was suffocating and I felt the Snow Queen’s baton going inside me tearing my interior apart. When the baton reached my chest, it marked two spots from the inside. Then, the whip of her sister ripped my back where the baton left the two signs. I was roaring and screaming from the bottom of my head but not crying. My accrued anger and rage broke out sadistically so I merged with the flame that was around me and made it even more turbulent than ever. The blaze touched my body, ate my hair and reached my skin but instead of burning it grew me iron curls in my head!!!!

I stopped screaming when the blaze died. I looked around me and I found myself all alone in a glass room. I got close to the mirror and I saw into my naked body; it was firm and toned, I had a light tan and a bald head, my face was glowing with fresh blood and my eyes sparking. I was relieved that I had no scars and I started checking my body closely; it was all fine, but when I turned my head up towards the ceiling I saw in the distant mirror the most awful sight: I had ghastly two black marks under my shoulders that were bleeding. I screamed from the bottom of my heart and frightfully woke up in my bed. My heart was racing, and my bed was full of sweat. I couldn’t breath. I looked around in the dark humid surrounding, it’s my bedroom, no changes; everything is still in the same place. I stepped out of the bed, put my slippers on and I ran to the bathroom to check myself, I checked my naked body in the mirror, I was sweating, my face was red but my hair was still there, I turned my back and I saw the same two black scars, I fainted from the view.
When I woke up, I checked my back again, and a couple of small blue feathers were sprouting out of it. I was traumatised, I tried to pull them out, but it hurt and I couldn’t do it. The feathers were fast growing into light blue wings, and I was able to move them up and down. I was puzzled and didn’t know what to do. I contemplated them the whole daylong and I stayed awake the whole night just looking at the mirror
The next morning, I got surprised to see how soft they get during the day, I could barely feel them, and when I tried to put some cloth on to see how I can manage, I found that they did suit my cloth perfectly. Unlike at night, they get harder and prevent me from laying back. I practically couldn’t sleep before the first sign of light…
Although I was dramatically scared of using them, I couldn’t stand the whole night long just looking at myself in the mirror, I felt that ME in the mirror was going to wreck me. So yesterday I mustered some courage and I tried to use them. I waited till everybody in the neighbourhood was asleep and I went up to the first floor. I thought to myself if I can’t use them, I will not necessary die! I did jump from the first floor before, it hurts but it doesn’t kill…
So I jumped, and before I hit the ground I moved my wings up and down. For a second I didn’t realize that I’m in the air, I didn’t see the difference, but then I looked down: my feet did not hit the ground and I was standing in the air. I was thrilled. I pushed myself forward; I pushed my self up. Holly God it moves!!…. I was going up and upper and upper, flying in the air like a small bird. The weather was lovely and the breeze was chilled as if I were in Hamanna Mountain on a summer night. The moon has covered the night in a sliver blue silence and the shiny stars in the dark sky were leading my way. I kept on going higher and higher. I crossed the Emirates Towers and flew towards Burj Al Arab. The higher I flew, the smaller the buildings grew. I was so happy to see the city from above, all the lights and the cars, it looked like movies. Things were getting smaller and smaller and finally I looked at the globe from a distance: Beautiful, that’s all what I could say. We would be really unfortunate if we cannot appreciate how blessed we are.
Thank God I’m good in geography, so I was able to figure out my way back. But I couldn’t discover the way to you, I need some practising on how to ride this thing, and baby that’s what I’m doing!
I might be knocking on your window tomorrow, so be prepared to receive an unexpected guest!
Cheers,