There was a burning sensation is his legs
that was causing him discomfort. But he pushed the pain to the back of his
mind; he fought it and ignored it. He wouldn’t stop until he reached Gerald’s
house, then he knew his mother’s safety was out of his hands. He looked up, the
sun had now completely vanished from the horizon and the sky held on tightly to
a glowing pink hue. This normally would have enthused Sam enough to stop and
stare, but he brushed it off like an everyday occurrence. Sam’s demeanour held
no sympathy or tenderness. His look was stern and determined no room for
weakness. Sweat poured from his forehead, every muscle and tendon in his body
was reaching their threshold. Sam leaped over a large rock and gave a powerful
exhale upon landing. He ran through thorn bushes completely ignoring all the
scratches he sustained upon his legs. He felt nothing he had always destination
in mind. His breathing remained steady and calculated. The house was nearing
ever so closely; he couldn’t wait to scream for help and collapse. Candle light
was visible in the houses small windows, the smell of freshly burned firewood
filled Sam’s nose. The wind was cold on his face, but inside he was burning.
Heat emanated from every pore of his body. Sam ultimately reached the door step
of the man who would save his mother, and end Sam’s agonizing journey. He
knocked gently three times, feeling very lightheaded. There was movement
inside, someone was coming. He saw the oddly curious man that Sam identified as
Gerald Green; poke his head up into one of the windows atop the door. A sudden
shock filled his eyes, as he swung open the door upon recognizing Sam. “What’s
the matter my boy?!” he called loudly. Sam struggled desperately for the right
words inside himself, fighting for breath and enough to say it. “My mother has
fallen ill; I didn’t know what else to do.” Sam stated weakly. “Where is she
now?” Gerald questioned. “She is at the farmhouse, I ran here.” Sam replied.
Gerald was searching meticulously through his nearby closet for a coat, or
perhaps some medical instruments, as Sam swayed ever so slightly back and
forth. He was struggling to keep his eyes open, and remain in control of his
body. Head spinning and vision blurring Sam couldn’t bear to stand anymore. He
needed to sit down; his body practically begged him too. His body and spirit
had in fact reached the pinnacle of sheer endurance. Gerald noticed Sam and
rushed to catch him before he fell but was too late. Collapsing to the floor in
a heap, his face met the stone flooring with a thud. Finally inside his mind he was free. The dreams in which earlier he wished he wouldn’t receive was only that much more of a gift when he graciously accepted them. Harmony was the only way to explain his delusion. The cold wind upon his face was more refreshing than an autumn dive into the ocean past the rainbow cliffs. The sense of relief was something similar to a long but joyous day amidst the field. Flashbacks of Layla clouded his dream; her pure perfection was truly something to be admired. Sam yearned to look into her glowing green eyes again, and hold a desperate gaze until she smiled. The sound of her sweet calming voice and giggle surrounded him. It took away all the pain he experienced in his legs and feet. The ominous gut wrenching feeling that plagued him during the run appeared to have left him. Thankful and happy, Sam smiled. Suddenly he again became aware of his body. We reached out around himself, feeling the soft morning grass between his fingers and the soft daylight upon his delicate cheeks. He could hear the waves crashing upon the rocks below the cliffs. A fine mist was noticeable in the air, so fine he could taste the salt on his lips. A soft hand tenderly brushed through his hair, and across his cheek. The feeling was so caring and gentle, Sam felt calm and unconfined. He knew who’s hand it was, he only wondered how.
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