Singer in the dark

As soon as she woke up one afternoon, Estella was walking as she was carrying a dagger in a small island unknown to her. The sky was blue with a hint of orange. The clouds were white and fluffy and like in her childhood, they seemed to follow everywhere she went. She hadn’t eaten for a while so she felt hungry. She went to a labyrinth of coconut trees, stopped by one, got a coconut and peeled it with the dagger and devoured it to satisfy her hunger. She had been in an island for two days knowing not the reason why she was there and how she came there. The only thing she recollected before she appeared in the island was she had slept in a tent she didn’t build and which she didn’t know who built and owned in a lonely cavern (She was relieved that no animal or human being had harmed her!) and was suddenly awoken. It was when she woke up that she found a dagger beside her. She instinctively got it, thinking that she might need it for her protection and for killing animals for food, or cutting and peeling fruits from the trees which she might pass by and got out from the tent. Her last vague recollection before she appeared in the cavern was she was having an outing with her friends. She drowned while swimming in a deep sea and lost consciousness. She also recollected being hungry. Further than that, nothing more she recollected.

After satisfying her hunger, she walked further and further she couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty of the island. Its sand was white and calming to the eyes and its sea was deep blue and studded with diamond-like glitters that the sun rays bestowed (She wondered why there wasn’t a single soul in this beautiful island. Where have all the people gone? They’re missing something so sinfully good!) However, she wanted to get out of it so she could already return to the city and go home. She had stayed for a very long time there. So she sought for a sea vehicle but found none. She decided to wait for it with utmost patience. She waited and waited until the sun set and its rays left a tinge of red in the sky. After long hours of waiting she became tired and sleepy so she slept leaving the dagger on her side. Night came and the beauty of it engulfed the island. The sky was pure velvety black and was studded with stars of varied colors. The moon was white and round as a volleyball. No sooner a beautiful song sang by a male angelic voice conquered the island.

She woke up fixated at the breathtaking voice and surprised by the beauty of the night and the godliness of the lad who sang the nocturnal song. He was utterly handsome like a god. He had eyes that were black as a raven, lips red as a cherry, and hair that was long and white which contrasted Estella's short, black hair.
He looked deeply into her chestnut eyes, leaned toward her and moved closer to her face and kissed her pink lips. She kissed him longingly in return. For a long time, they kissed and caressed each other amorously like there's no tomorrow.

They took off each other’s clothes and flung them on the sand. She marveled at the porcelain and well-built body of the god before her. Then, they made intense and passionate love underneath the beautiful, starry sky; they moaned in exquisite pleasure and pain. Their lovemaking was like a high for her. She couldn't get enough of it. The godly lad was so delectable. She just wanted to make love to him until she got tired.

But...

In an unexpected moment, a dagger appeared before her eyes! The lad brandished it before them. She screamed hysterically. He aimed the dagger to her heart, planning to stab it…

She woke up in her bed soaked up in sweat. She cried because of the dread she felt when she had that nightmare. Nevertheless she freed herself from dread and thanked God that it was just a nightmare and that she woke up from it. It took her two hours to recover from the nightmare but she did anyhow. She got up from her bed and made it. Her fear was evident on the bed sheets for they were wet with sweat and pee. She felt embarrassed and at the same time funny for she acted like a little girl would when frightened by a bad dream. But she didn’t consider what she dreamed as a bad one. She considered it as dreadful yet beautiful and sublime. And she knew that her contemporaries would also consider the same notion when they dreamed such nightmare.

Despite her extreme exhaustion from the nightmare she decided to start her day and treat it like an ordinary one. She headed to the bathroom to undress herself and take a bath. As she took off her shirt she felt that its front was eerily wet and cold...

Her hand was scarlet and wet as blood smeared it.