SHATTERED TOMORROW

Serenity;

Were you aware, you might think this a dream unlike most you have, usually.
For now, it's quiet.
It's peaceful.
The air stirs like a soft and low hum, and it's blue;

A woman, bathed in the cool lighty; icy in its tone, yet the scene itself is not cold. It's not warm, but thick, like a blanket; it's undisturbed, it's comfortable.
It's a picture like a sleep in itself, in a way, the woman suspended like still water.

You don't recognize her, you'd think;
Yet you know you've always known her.

Frame wrapped in deep violets and a bright cerulean; gold laces trim frills that lap down her arms, meeting at a diamond engraved centrally into her chest…
Blue wraps up her neck, becoming her face with a sheen like glass; her hair, too, is spun to a point with curls around her jaw as if leaves for dew drops.

Like you, she sleeps.

Lashes rest idly atop her cheeks;

A Miasma of Rot is nestled closely behind her.

Gently, though; her face like glass, they crack.

When did that get there? It's always been there.
As long as you've known her.

They aren't supposed to do that. Her eyes aren't meant to do that.

It lurches closer.

She chokes as you do on the air made sudden thick with incorrigible fury,