Illusions
I decided to try getting used to be more descriptive with my writings. This is just my way of exploring multiple settings in a few minutes. Let me know what you think of these, feedback would be much appreciated.
The sun was directly above me. Hot and bright, it illuminates everything it's golden rays touch. Warmth, radiating from it's mighty inferno, travelling millions of miles to reach us. Beneath it, the skies. Blue, vast, and infinite. A blue so rich and pure, it's only comparable to the thing beneath it.
The ocean. The water, nearly crystal clear, is blue as the sky, thus making the horizon nearly invisible. In and out of it's cold hearth swoop sea gulls and pelicans, claiming any fish arrogant enough to swim near the surface. The orcas and dolphins swimming joyously beneath the mighty rolling waves are enough to make you feel you're in a fantasy.
Free from worry, trouble, and fear, they play and sing within the mighty blue beast of the high seas. Looking deeper, a few lights flicker and dance far beneath the known ocean, and dark traces of fear run through your veins.
An orca's eyes glow red, unnatural, unreal... It's all just an illusion. Everything suddenly melts away. The sun plummets into the ocean, now just a glowing orb. The skies blacken and the clouds change texture, form a dry, cracking ceiling above me. The ocean sinks from view, and the rest of the room appears as it goes.
I'm lying on my back in my bed. The bed's nice and soft. I feel tired, but can't sleep. Looking around, I see my book case, filled with a series of books that look very familiar. To my left, my desk has a large book on it, bound in leather. My TV is a blank screen, but beneath it the Xbox's lights indicate that someone's playing it.
I don't remember leaving my Xbox on. I think to myself. The dresser next to it has clean clothes piled on top of it, and the hamper is overflowing with shirts and jeans. I turn and get out of bed. My floor is a carpet, colored a faint, off-white red. I run my hand across the bound book on my desk, and find the leather warm and radiating heat.
The texture doesn't feel like leather should, but rather it feels more like skin. It's soft and even has little hairs on it. The veins running through it feel like they might have a pulse. This isn't real. It's another illusion.
A hill raises out of the fleshy book, and overlaps itself in a way that doesn't look natural. The flap opens, revealing a mouth. It screams and I cover my hands over my fox ears to try and block out the noise. I close my eyes in fear and terror, and the sound drifts away as I feel the rush of an icy wind. I open my eyes and pull my hands off my ears.
I'm no longer in my room, but in the valley of a frozen tundra. The I look down and see my body in a black t-shirt bearing the Portal logo on it. My arms have little muscle, and are colored red and cyan. My red and cyan fox tail wraps around my black jeans, hiding the shoes I know to be solid black.
I look up and see the snow covered mountains rising high above the gray clouds. The sun is blocked out by the sheet of clouds, and snow flakes are drifting from the sky. I turn and see someone standing next to me. They're a bright blue and green husky, wearing a golden winter snow suit. His eyes are a deep violet and he has a look of concern on his face.
His voice sounds soft but worried. "Matthew, come on back inside. It's too cold out here for these clothes." He tugs my arm and we turn around to go into a large log cabin that I hadn't seen before. As I walk, I hear the snow crunching beneath my feet. The husky wraps a heavy blanket around me, and holds me close to him. After a minute of walking, the cabin's details become noticable.
It's windows are covered in snow and frost, obscuring whatever lies within the cabin. It's logs are a rich brown, but slightly mismatch in color and size. The handle is silver and shiny, and the husky opens the ebony black door for me. His hand has a tattoo on it. It's a red ankh, and almost appears to glow.
As I walk in the door, I feel a rush of warmth over me. The fire place is alive with a sea green flame, and sparks shoot from the hearth every few seconds or so. The couch is black and soft, with a mahogany frame. There's another like it on the other side of a small step leading up out of the blue carpeted divit in the floor.
The hard ebony floors above glimmer and shine with a fresh layer of lacker. The dining table is made from a bright maple, and has a glass surface. The chairs have maple frames of the same style and white cushions laced with intricate patterns.
There's a few candles lit and the air is filled with the smell of cookies and cinnamon. The walls are painted a plain cream, and the base board is a shelly emerald tiling, placed precisely and carefully.
I look at the husky and he smiles at me. His gaze is warm and welcoming, and he leans in to kiss me. When he does, I close my eyes, and reopen them to find myself lying on my back in a lounge chair.
The room is a clean white, and has a series of pictures of boats and oceans. The fireplace has a solid red fire roaring inside, and the couch I'm laying on is made of red leather. I here the voice of my psychiatrist to my left and look over at the snow leopard to let him know I'm listening.
"You didn't find the problem with that last one."
"I didn't want to find a problem." He has a concerned look on his face and writes something down on his clipboard.
"We're done for this session. Next time, could you not get caught up in the illusions I make for you? Remember, I'm trying to teach you to see every little detail, not fall in love with figments of both our imaginations."