Novel & Cerita Dreaming Walking Barefoot

Another. “Stay with me.” Her lips didn’t move; they looked frozen shut. A pale sickly blue, cracked and bloody. Her eyelids fluttered, but never opened. I cleared the snow completely off her legs and feet, discovering the cuts and gashes on her feet. I took some of the powdery snow and cleared the worst of the muck off of her…trying not to break her frozen skin in the process. “Why would someone be walking through the woods barefoot, Zee?”

My body walked downstairs, my feet burning with every step, I felt like crying but I couldn't even move my lip. Surprisingly, I didn't trip once despite the dark hall. I prayed repeatedly to come across someone, but it was late and everyone was asleep. Am I sleepwalking? My feet made a squelching sound as I walked barefoot, probably leaving bloody footsteps behind. I could hardly feel the pain through my terror.

I stared at her as she walked. "What? Take it off too, it's ten o'clock, no one is watching us." My legs were sore from the heels already, so I used her shoulder as support and removed the heels. Walking barefooted felt so good. If Dylan was here, he would have ranted on and on about how it was unladylike to walk barefooted. -- Ryker's POV

I am back in my dreams, travelling through the woodland. Everything is bright and fresh, the air smells like it has rained. That deeply earthy, pure scent that warms your soul. I notice my feet are bare as I ascend the path, a plain white cotton dress down to my ankles. I have never owned such an item before, yet it seems so familiar.

Barefoot, but I could not feel any cold at all. This dream was so random and to think that I knew that this was another dream was also something I did not expect, too. Barefoot, I started walking, in the hope that I would see someone. Someone who could help me wake me up in this dream. I had no time for this. I also don't like this at all. A certain voice inside my head was asking me to wake up. It was a man’s voice. But how would I wake up? My steps faltered when I saw something.

she looks around at the gathering who all nod their heads, "How did you get through the Barren?" I sigh. "I walked." I point down at my boots which are now just tattered bits of leather barely held together by threads. I don't even want to know what my feet look like. They feel like slabs of raw meat. She narrows her eyes, "I know of the dreamers." Ah.

Won't stop replaying every cruel word and every moment of shame. When exhaustion finally pulls me under, the dreams begin. I'm standing in a place that doesn't exist in the real world. A forest clearing surrounded by trees so tall they disappear into misty darkness above. Moonlight streams down through the canopy, but it's not normal moonlight. This light is silver and alive, moving like water across everything it touches. The ground beneath my bare feet feels soft. Warm. Like it's breathing. I look down at myself and gasp. I'm wearing a white dress that flows around me like liquid starlight. The fabric moves on its own, stirring in a breeze I can't feel.

Their disapproval lingered in the air. Some of them laughed at my bare feet. Magnus looked confused. "Adira, I bought you shoes..." I met his gaze, my voice soft. "I like to be barefoot. It helps me feel connected to the earth, to everything around me. I may not have a wolf, but when my feet touch the ground, it's like I can hear the heartbeat of the land itself." He took off his shoes. I smiled, my eyes never leaving his face. Magnus’s POV

Sarah The concrete floor was ice beneath my bare feet, each cold press a stark reminder of where I was. I didn’t dare ask for shoes. Not here. Not now. I’d learned that asking meant drawing attention—attention that usually ended badly, quickly. So, I kept my eyes fixed on the cracked, stained floor, willing myself to disappear, to shrink into the shadows until I was nothing more than dust.

Where I wasn’t watched or locked away. But those dreams never lasted. Last night’s was different. In the dream, I was running. Barefoot. Through endless hallways. The torches were out, and the walls stretched on forever. I was calling for someone—I don’t remember who. The baby was gone. I couldn’t feel it. My stomach was flat. My hands were empty. I heard laughter. But not warm laughter. It was sharp. Familiar. The King’s. Then I saw Caelan.