Maude was exhausted.
She lay herself down on the bench in Glandolin Square and soon found herself within a castle courtyard. She moved the heavy blanket off her and sat upright. The indigo sky above was bright and interspersed with a multitude of tiny pulsating lights.
This lucid dream felt different from the others. More relaxed, and there was a strong scent of honeysuckle permeating the air.
Shouting came from the castle behind, but high up, from the battlements. She couldn’t see anything when she looked up, due to the darkness, but she looked all the same.
A metal arrow clanked on a stone slab close to the bench where Maude sat, startling her. Another arrow landed even closer.
As a third arrow landed closer still, Maude wrapped herself in the blanket, willing it to offer her protection from the arrows that had now started falling thick and fast.
Although she was fully covered under the blanket, she could still see the arrows raining down, the one aspect of her lucid dreaming that she liked; being in two places at the same time.
She watched as another arrow fell, piercing the skin on her chest. She tried to shout to get herself to move but made no sound.
She glimpsed her real-world self, wrapped in a blanket, but transformed into a bronze figure before she slipped into her eternal serene darkness.
Posted for The Unicorn Challenge. Hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, the challenge is to write up to 250 words based on a photograph they provide as the prompt.
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