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It was dark. The room was small, about 8x10, and had a high ceiling. The room had an old feel to it, dark wooden paneling, deep purples and reds. Something about it made me feel like the walls were covered in velvet and yet at the same time lined with books. There was a twin size bed horizontal against the wall. It had an old frame, which seemed to be made of iron that didn't feel cold to the touch. The sheets were white, the pillow was white, the quilt was white. I was wearing a white tshirt and green pajama pants. I was watching myself. I was restless and stirred awake. I sat on the edge of the bed. I was covered in bees. They flittered under my shirt.
Slowly, I walked out of the room and into a hallway lit with cloudy blue sunlight. Turning right in the hallway I walked 3 steps and opened a door on my left. There was a chill. Through the door I took two steps down and walked into the center of what seemed to be a garage with no door. There were windows evenly spaced on the walls to my left and right. Blue light streaming in faintly through them as well. I felt glazed over. I slowly pulled my shirt over my head, attempting not to stir the bees which were planted on the inside of my shirt. Only a few bees dropped off- I brushed a couple off my skin. I felt genderless. It reminded me of my childhood, when a bee flew down my shirt on the playground and I stood there perfectly still until it left.
I quietly returned to my velvet cove. I sat on the bed. The room was incredibly dark. A woman came to me, she pulled me toward her without a single touch. She was wide-eyed and beautiful. I think she was dead. She put her lips to mine and gently sucked my soul through my lips until my lungs felt empty.
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actually, in my dream the bees weren't really unpleasant either, they were just sort of there. i really appreciate your feedback- i always feel sort torn when i write them. i really want the sentences to be simple and have a 'matter of fact' feel to them. however at the same time, to convey it as close to my memory as possible- i want to give the reader the feelings that i felt. all in all, i don't think this style allows a good flow, but i sort of like that in a way. it doesn't usually just flow out when i'm recurring it anyway. do you find the flow distracting?