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Plain People And Beautiful Plains

A line of light coming from the window dragged me out of the bed. My hands caressed a leathery edge of the bed and pressed onto it to get up. As my body slowly moved, my hands noticed that the bed was actually a reclined office chair.

I stood in the centre of a fairly small room with spaciously high ceilings. The white window in front of me stretched all the way up, letting lot of light in. The light fell and reflected against all the objects in the room, shattering the shadows into pieces and revealing dusty air streams.

The person, who was patiently waiting for me to wake up, was fiddling with something in his hands. He was standing next to the desk, just on the left hand side from the window. He left the thing of his interest on the desk, converting that interest on to me. My eyes still couldn’t adjust to the contrast of the room, so I could hardly see the man in front. The next second his silhouette would move and his warm hands would lovingly wrap around me.

Later on, people in this place would explain to me that I’m helping to build and research some scientific project. For some reason I chose to ignore any explanation for my existence. Even though, I was captured in this laboratory for months, I would still enjoy it because of the occasional walks outside.

On one of these walks, the never setting sun would fry my hair pigment. My naked feet walking alongside of the road and silky summer breeze would be my favourite things in these moments of calm.

There, in the middle of nowhere, we were surrounded by pains. Yellow, green and purple, but mostly yellow… plains. For how much I could see, the view would not change. Sometimes it would be flowers, other times it would be corn and very few of these times, I would sit on the roof of the building that is my new home. And I would be looking into the distance like watching fire – extremely hot and dangerous but could watch it for hours.

At least, I saw something in that by god forbidden place. But then, I closed my eyes again.

Illustration of the dream by me (watercolours)

By Jevgenija Zukova

I'm a second year university student doing Accounting and Finance course. I stand together with other female entrepreneurs to bring sensitivity into the business world, fun of art and creativity into local communities, and awareness of highly sensitive people.

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