For a Dream to come true

An atmosphere had warmth of delicious brewed beans artificially crafted by hand into brewed batches of roast coffee. Treats that melted into the tongue and brightened her brain like a million starlights as she chewed a fluffy texture with a creamy middle delight.

Her favorite: Pumpkin Cheesecake Muffin with a pumpkin spice latte.

Ironic in a season where pumpkins grow and yet no actual pumpkin accommodates in the chemical made sauce batch. Yet as she sipped her large white mug that was practically a tub, the cream just gently touching the tip of her freckled nose, a seize of jittered warmth swerved through her veins.

At last, a perfect testament to write her book in a coffee shop.

Setting down her cup and wiping her nose with the branded white napkin, she opened her laptop that had stickers of motivational words and cute pictures of dragons. Clicking the right application she re-read her last sentence, the music starting to play on her cuffed headphones.

Thus a world of envy flooded and she escaped from the reality of the coffee shop. Rain fell like a light blanket being laid on a bed and the world fully calmed to sleep just for her dreams to come true.

His eyes were glazed with slick tears, running down his face as he was yelling down at her in his hands. She lay limp in them, as she stared beyond him into the heavens. They had won the war, but he had lost her. As he fell to his knees he held her head to his chest, screaming in blindness. Into the empty heart and the soulless body.

Did winning this war ever matter if it meant losing her?

As the king's head had rolled onto the ground only for her to be stabbed into the heart herself. It felt like he was stabbed as well. He couldn’t live in a world without her, not even if they won against evil. Against gods.

They fought gods…would she even go into the heavens? Would she be free from the pain?

His fury brought him blind, as he screamed at the sky. To the gods and cursed them. What more do they want, they saved the world. They saved them? And this is how to repay them?

“I will give her life, if she accepts to live like a human. A mortal.”

A goddess, a woman that looks like her. An ancestor stood in front of him. “But the choice is all up to her.”

He could say nothing as he stared back at her lifeless body, tears falling on her face. He whispered into her ear. “I changed the world for you, now all I ask is you to change for me.”

Silence met them, as he begged and begged. And settled his last asking onto a kiss placed on her lips, bloodied and chapped. Still tasting of the chocolate bliss he gave her before he bedded her, before the war.

And she kissed him back.

Her phone chimed, stopping her music to a dingy sci-fi bell charm and her hands finally held in place as her eyes finally lifted from the screen. Taking her phone and swiping away the bell, a new song played and this time it was like a sentiment of calm and whimsy. Sometimes when she writes it’s like an energy is transferred into this world, away from the pains. Away from a world that can be so cruel and into one that feels like home. And the music just settles her into the community and out into her dream.

Taking a deep breath, she turned her head to the window and she could smell the wet brown dirt the closer to the pane she hit. As she looks into the scenery she still finds herself in the world she escaped to. The mountains grow tall and trees of pine thicken, her own reflection wears a warriors armor, scars fleck her face.

She is strong in this world, strong enough to fight the darkness that she isn't quite suited to fight if it was reality. Taking her hand, the cool glass pane swiped away the world but her own world wasn’t the worse to look at.

In the gray rain, auburn leaves dance with the wind so light it was like touches of a baby's soft palm. Pumpkins and decorations were placed for the fall’s colored season, children and families walking on the sidewalk to the community they call home. In a community where everyone knew each other, and took care. She had to believe in this world, because if her writing makes it through the real agents then she wouldn’t have to just dream…she could live in this world happy.

A world where good had fought against evil and won.

And a smile engraved into her dimples and a glimmer of hope sparkled into her chestnut eyes as the heart in her chest fluttered in hope.

“For a dream to come true, you must believe, and you must do.”

She turned back to her finished manuscript, and gazed at the 110,000 words she’d written.

This was it, this will be her life and she worked hard for it to happen. Having her work published in school papers, colleges, newspapers. Her name had to mean something now, even if small.

Taking a few well-deserved lunch breaks for her brewed chemical solution of pumpkin spice and delectable muffin she wrote a query letter. Twenty tries, actually. Until it was as good as she wanted it.

Taking a deep breath she sent her book into an agent's hands, for a dream to come true. For her work to be noticed by everyone and loved by as much as she loved it, for her world to become real.

Closing her laptop she walked outside with her ankle boots and brown buttoned jacket and smelled the crisp air. The world was her dream. Because every flicker of a moment of inspiration, insinuates a new word, a new land, a new possibility, and another dream.