Aliyia stretched and yawned, puzzled by the stiffness of her body. She carefully swung her legs out of bed, attempted to stand, and fell with a thud. Staring at the ceiling, she lifted her head and shook it. It was so quiet.
As she crawled toward the doorway, her mouth formed words but no sound came out.
She made it to the stairway landing and with extreme effort pulled herself up to the window. Her heart pounded in her chest as she viewed the deserted landscape.
She smiled and fell back, hoping to wake up from this unimaginable dream.
Thank you Rochelle Wyoff-Fields for sharing the photo prompt for yet another week of Friday Fictioneers. Thanks for the photo taken by Roger Bultot.
Read more flash fiction at https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/12/02/4-december-2015/