Part 3 - Nightmares

He placed the phone on a small table and looked out the window again. The sky was even greener than before, strange clouds coming from the East. Eyes narrowing, he tried to see more details; the edges of the clouds seeming to be shredded somehow, a strange light coming out of the center. He felt sudden nausea taking over him, the shade of his face probably resembling the color of the sky. What was going on around here?

He sat on the sofa for a moment, his lost stare glued to the dark screen of the TV. His mum’s words ringing in his ears. “It’s not, Matty. Please...” If he couldn’t get out of the house or call anyone for help, then what could he really do? He sensed the panic rising, heart rate going out of control. This was just like the dream that he had since he was a little boy. The emerald sky falling down on Earth. The meteor shower, all those pieces falling into the lake. The water rising and... Mathew quickly got up, almost knocking over a coffee table. He ran over to the door.

“This was insane. It must just be a nightmare. Yes, that’s exactly what it was”.

He mumbled to himself and grabbed the handle, then turned it around. The door squicked slightly and a delicate breeze blew in. The air smelled of - his mind froze for a moment. It smelled sweet, a truly overwhelming scent. He could feel his eyelids get heavy but he still walked out of the house. He felt something pulling him in the direction of the lake.

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https://theprose.com/post/259077/part-1-the-sky-is-green

https://theprose.com/post/259085/part-2-disconnected

https://theprose.com/post/259869/your-turn-collaborative-challenge