Author’s note: It starts out in the story by the main character is in a dream, but she is not aware she is. From events occurring, she figures out that she is in a dream. She wakes up to be in yet another dream. The main character doesn’t know that she woke up, but is in a dream within a dream. In the end, does she wake up? Or be forever confined to dreams within dreams?

The dry autumn air blew a crisp wind through the trees. The lines of maple trees around me whispered as I walked down the path. They drew their last few breaths through the forest; the cold times were coming. Everything would die, for the cold spares no living thing it could grasp.
Another gust of wind hit the rolling hills behind me. The essence was almost bitter-sweet as it blew through the grass. It rolled through it like a massive green, brown wave forever bound to one state, frozen in time.
Light was bouncing from the sky in a million directions touching the dying leaves. As the light touched the vegetation, they began to wither and die in front of me. The world was letting go off its last stretch of life and colors.
As I was standing there, fall became spring. The filled the air with the tender scent of wet dew and the newly budding flowers. All the dying trees sprouted containing new leaves and bearing fruit. I looked down at my feet and felt the moist dew dripping from the grass.
I sat on the soil and vegetation and stared at the sky. It looked like it was made out of millions of delicate water droplets. Soon I was hypnotized as I sat on the grass and took in my surrounding carefully. Closing my eyes, I breathed in the air and listening to the sound of the wind hitting the grass.


(This isn't done yet, but I will be adding more soon.)