Blue drops of Blood

Continuous flow of blood, falling on the clean white tiled floor, there he lay on his bed lifeless, with his arm stretched out, his eyes staring at the spotless ceiling and a sheet draping his naked body. Staining the floor with his life emptying his mortal self on to nothing but the floor. All he worked for in his life, all he lived for, learned and achieved brought him down to this, his life emptying right there on his bedroom floor. All he ever dreamed of, a beautiful mansion with seven bedrooms, each for his children and parents, a huge dinning room with a round table and a gorgeous chandelier hanging right on top of it and a vast area covered with grass and woods surrounding his spectacular mansion. And off course a Rolls Royce, was everything he had ever dreamed of. He had all of this.

He had a dream last night. He was running; running towards something. Something that never seemed to end. He kept running, at great speed, he could even leave behind a racing car or an aeroplane. It was white all around, like great walls on each side reaching the sky, shinning in the day light. Below him was snow, white as ever and he was running on it. It looked like a lofty, steep mountain what he was running towards. But it never seemed to come close how much ever he ran. He never stopped. He went on and on. He never felt sad or tired or discouraged. After sometime he saw the mountain somewhat clearly. There was a river streaming down and now it was coming towards him slowly. He stopped, stood there silently looking at the water touching his feet and passing him. He bent down to touch the water, it wasn’t water. It was thicker and blue in color, it was blood! Blue blood!

He woke up out of breath. He looked around, everything was white as ever. He was panting, he looked at his arms, his legs, turned to his right, there was a dragon lying beside him, dead! He jumped out of his bed frightened to death. What the hell was a dragon doing in  my bed! There was no blood on  the bed. He feared it was alive and maybe it was fast asleep. How could this happen! This was absurd. He moved backwards towards the huge french window and he crashed into it. It made a loud noise. The dragon jumped up, looking around as if it didn’t know what it was doing there. He saw this man and suddenly roared in anger like he had remembered why he was there. He walked towards the man. The man kept moving backwards. He came into the balcony and suddenly lost control. AAhhhhh!! He was in the air, falling from the third floor of his mansion. And bam! everything was silent again.

He opened his eyes, he was still in bed breathing normally, everything seemed alright around him. He was lying naked draped in a white sheet. He turned to his right and there his wife laid fast asleep. He turned towards the other side, his hand was stretched out and bleeding; blue blood flowing out on the white tiled floor. He laid back and stared at the spotless ceiling as his life drained out.