IMP: Terror and Love

Ogun

"Please just let me go."

Lude flipped the pages of his eyes open. He had been having a dream. A dream about being kidnapped, abducted and taken captive and tortured mercilessly. He was glad that he was back to reality. But reality seemed to suck. Seemed to suck eighteen bags of ridicule.

He looked around. His neighbors were trees. There were fallen twigs all around him and he had no idea how he had gotten there.

If he was familiar with the formation and breeds of the trees he would say which was which and of course arrive at a sane conclusion. But he actually had no idea of what they were.

There was a less throdden path glazed with shrubs. He saw footprints from the rear but couldn't be sure if twas humane or just some animal's.

To his left was another path which aided the one which bore the eerie footprints. He looked away. Nothing made sense to him. He needed to agree with his instinct firstly before making a decision.

He looked down at himself. He was seated with his back to the bark of a super large tree. At the base of its stem.

His robe was smeared and conspicuously dirty. There was no possible way he could hide the stains.

Why was he still seating there? That was the next sensible question he could come up with.

He helped himself up. Where would he go from there? To who would he make his plight known. He wanted to be friends with his instinct and mental ken. He seemed to begin to achieve it.

A ray reached for the depth of his instinct and shone on his consciousness. He could then see into the past. Everything was beginning to be relatable. Confetti of ideas were sweeping into a whole.

Ah! He was abducted by an Imp. No! That was his dream. Nope! Twas reality. He didn't know which was which. He quit nursing the thought then. There was no point dragging what wasn't elastic. Twould cut definitely.

He took few steps away from the tree. He wasn't himself. He was light and weak. He felt as though he was a chaff and was going to be blown into the apt atmosphere by the sassy wind.

He staggered and claimed his stance. He shouldn't give in so easily. He took two more steps. A new sensation registered within. Like a new reaction projected by the part of his body.

He was hungry. He looked around. Nothing to show for. None of the trees there were fruitful. None had fruits. He was very mad. He looked beyond. He hoped there would be something there.

With the last strength he could sweep up, he kept walking. Towards the wherever the less throdden path would lead him. He had dumped that dumb thought of being abducted by a monster.

That was never possible. Twas merely an illusion. Why would he have to believe in such? Super ridiculous.

No sooner he had taken many steps ahead, he heard the lapping of waters ahead of him. He wasn't sure if twas the lapping or falling or coursing. All he knew was the fact that there was something significant up ahead of him.

He kept walking. He needed water too. He needed to survive. He needed to be able breathe effortlessly. He was painting.