Novel page 3 of 4 plus TRAX adventures

You know it's a good day riding public transit when you see:

1) An adult carrying around one of those American Girl dolls that you can design to look like you.  Said adult was also wearing a matching outfit.

2) One of the largest men you've ever seen with one of the smallest dogs you've ever seen.

3) People from Honduras traveling to the Real stadium to see the U.S. Men's National vs. Honduras game.  Cool.

And here's a continuation of my story.  I'm a bit embarrassed that I decided to put this on here (the last two posts too) because I was so dramatic and cliche, but better here than on my old hard drive, never to be seen.

All was darkness, and the black was unbearable.  I was frightened and confused, lost in the shadows.  Just as panic was setting in, I caught a glimpse of orange.  Twisting together and unraveling again, teal and violet came into view.  Yellow swirled about, teasing the other colors with its vividness.  Gradually, more colors came out of their hibernation until every color imaginable danced together, to a hypnotic beat.  They were one and I was their offspring, gazing up at them with amazement and awe.

These colors gave birth to a new earth, an earth with crimson oceans and more beauty than ever known.  Warmth radiated from the soil and bathed my body in purity.  It was clear to me that I was in the wrong place.  Yet, I couldn’t turn away.  Something grasped my eyes and held tight, not that I put up much of a struggle anyway.  There was something about this heat, something familiar.  I pondered this warmth with a quirked brow.  The answer came to me in an almost eerie whisper in my mind.  It was love.  This was a world of affection, one not of hate or enemy’s blood.  I suddenly felt out of place and uncomfortable.  Sure that I was not supposed to be here, I searched for a way out.  Then, from this world a universe exploded, and light was shot from the heart of the explosion to every pore of my poor soul.

As this blinding light broke free, a sound began from the distance.  It was faint, but I could make out a melody.  Growing louder, the sound transformed into a tantalizing song.  Harmony combined with the melody as I was lured into captivation.  The serenade convinced me to stay, and stole from my mind all previous thoughts.

The colors settled into a picture, and in this picture I saw a grass field, very familiar to me, yet I couldn’t place it.  The music transformed into a voice, yelling a name I couldn’t quite make out.  I watched a young child scamper around, bounding through the long, lush green grass.  His laughter was much like the music, and it captured me as well.  My heart was lightened with the joy of this boy and in my mind, I thanked him.  Suddenly, the boy looked up at the source of the yelling.  My eyes drifted in the same direction and when the source was found, they grew wider as I saw my childhood home.  My own father was standing in the doorway, bellowing my name.  My younger self looked away quickly to avoid eye contact with the man, but I stared into his eyes with rage, and I felt my fists clench.  He gazed past me as if I was the soulless wisp of wind that I was, his eyes preying on the boy.  The boy shook with fear, but took a step toward the house.