SASHA HITCHCOCK

 











I had a dream last night that I've had before, and yet this time it was different. I walk into my parents house and find their pond in one of the rooms. In my hands I hold plants that I slowly lower into the water. Upon hitting the surface, the plants come alive, writhing and grabbing for my ankles. The depths of the dark pond are stirred, the water level starts to rise, bringing with it vicious and hideous creatures. I step back, close the door of the room with the pond and grab hold of a raft which sails me out of the house, to a hilltop, where I look up at the sky and breathe again.