Wading Through a Dream

Lying on his back under the moonlight,he felt as though he has been convoluted like a rope. It was quite usual for him to sleep on a haystack in a barn.The allure of sleep seemed to allude him. Never had he felt so alive to break those bonds. He felt as though in his sleep, he rose up in air. The ugly procrastination was rising like a serpent,hooded, ready to strike. He began to levitate in air,then crossed the tranquil flowing lake. The sandbanks were inundated by the sight sparkling crystals of mica. Then stretch of sand followed culminating into a woody path. A road which was winding down a narrow cemented structure. Precariously he walked towards it. A cemetery with a single grave, came into his field of view. The rustling of dried leaves under his feet increased his deep rooted fear for the dead. Few letters engraved on the tombstone were visible. He read the epitaph first---"I shall arise the same though changed". Slowly fumbling over the letters he began to read--"James Harper, 1914-1950..Date of Death :....Petrified he rolled over....He was reading his own epitaph...