Waking dreams (freewrite)

honeydue (68)in #freewrite • 7 years ago

It trickled down the front of her leg slowly, and if she moved fast, she almost couldn't feel it go. Almost. And besides, one can move fast for only so long and after awhile, her legs grew tired. Meanwhile, the blood hadn't stopped. In fact, it seemed that it was coming more aggressively now, soaking the ground beneath her.
Or maybe it wasn't so, maybe it was just a dream, a walk-in nightmare that she could escape if she turned off on the right street.
There were still traces of yogurt on her shirt, from when she'd fed Clara earlier. She thought, as she walked, or rather as she struggled to crawl, of her little girl, whom she'd probably never see again. The blood was definitely thicker now and the hopes that she held before were starting to disintegrate. There was no coming to, the blood was definitely there and she wouldn't reach a safe place in time.

Maybe there were no safe places down this street, or in this town, but she had to keep walking. She had to keep the image of her baby alive, at least in her mind, otherwise she'd never get help. And the bleeding would never stop.
After a bit, she sat down on the side of the road and let out a long sigh .She was weak from the loss of blood and breathing was like a punch in the stomach. As she sat, the cold ground rubbed her clothes on the skin and she felt the hot liquid engulf her thighs.
In the distance, she could hear the faint chime of a bicycle bell, a ring for caution.
'Help me,' she mouthed before collapsing on the ground.
The last thing she remembers is the hard ground slamming against her forehead.

And somewhere, in a far away galaxy, the woman wakes in her very own bed and look around, pleased and happy, having suddenly forgotten the nightmare she was in. The street, the blood, the bike. She forgets that world and moves on with her life.

But sometimes, when it's dark and the hour is late at night, she still thinks of her baby from another life.