Alone

I smile. Back where I belong. Rid of their iron cage. Back where I'm queen. I breath in the imaginary scents of joy. Chocolate tonight. I grin and bite the slab of dairy milk that has appeared in my hand. But I soon tire of food. The mundane that can be enjoyed in waking holds no wonder for me here.
I turn to watch my tormentors toil away in a classroom of black and white. They look feeble and sorry. I see them for what they really are. Their misery brings me satisfaction. They deserve it. The crimson sun is rising, casting bloody shadows. The heat that doesn't touch me reduces them to dust. I laugh in glee. If only I'd had more time to bask in their distress. But again I tire of their torment. I want to fly.
I'm soaring amid the sunset coloured clouds. Free. Like the real world never let me be. But a thought taints my mood. This must end. And it will end as it always does.
Sure enough, a cloud of ashes descends. Revenge. Something those ogres understand. I fight to wake up. My efforts are in vain as always. The disgusting grey cloud is ripping, tearing at me. It pours down my throat. Choking me.
I wake with a strangled cry. Nobody comes. My shout means less than the death of a fly. That's why I dream. Because nobody cares.