A World Unwanted

A dream is only a dream is the image, reality is the painting.

~Rose

The cool breeze blew past, rolling the grass as it went along. Each blade waved smoothly and gently, letting an easy intake on its beauty. The trees overhead circled the field, the leaves and branches giving in to the winds movement. The sun held high in the sky, shining brightly onto the field, letting the blades reflect the wondrous lighting... and to top it all off, there was complete peace inside the ring... no irritating sounds, interrupting the silence, no animals calling... only the wind. The only other piece of this excellent scene, was the pony who lay in the center of the field, staring into the sky.

Garrison let his gaze wander across the blue walls of the sky, taking in his not-so eternal peace. He knew there was a finite amount of time, before something interrupted him. It always happened, always will. He wished that the silence would last forever, and that he would never leave this painting of a beautiful world. Garrison's white mane lay elegantly in the grass, and his brown coat gave him only a compliment, something that didn't interrupt the beautiful sight. His mind was blank, as he focused only on the world around him. His blue eyes wandered across the green trees, and up into the blue void.

Gary...

Garrison's eyes went wide, as he frantically looked around the grassy green ring. His expression drastically changed from blissful to discouraged. He flicked his head to both sides, something wasn't quite right.

Gary

He raised his hoof directly into the air... the curtains were closing. Everything began to fade, falling apart into particles of what once was. Garrison mouthed No, obviously in desperation. The rest of the scene broke apart, until there was a complete nothingness.

"Gary!"

There was a thud as Garrison hit his head against the wooden frame of the top bunk.

"Bleh..." muttered Garrison, disgusted.