Chapter 2: Dreamnig of you

Dear nameless.

Dear oh dear ,

I’m afraid those letters might became a consuetude  . I find great conciliation in writing you .

All the chaos in my mind takes order in a beautiful consistency  , everything seems clearer  and I feel calm .

I didn’t receive an answer , I’m not expecting any . The pleasure I have in writing you is enough itself .

I hope you’re doing well , with the new job . I heard you got promoted. You deserve all the best .

Last night , you were in my dream . In fact , it was more like hallucination .

I was laying down in my bed , when you were at your desk , smoking your cigarette . I stared at you and said :” I miss you” . 

You smiled back at me , finished your cigarette , and walked toward  me . As you lean over to kiss me , I inhale your scent . I sense your presence , and I can almost taste your lips . My heart, suddenly beats too fast that it hurts . Even thought it impair me ,  I like what your presence does to me . It reminds me that I’m alive .

 Few seconds away from your lips , I feel like falling down in a boundless black hole .

 I fall .

And I fall .

I wake up .

I open my eyes .

I see you next to me , asleep .

 I feel peaceful . As my hands reaches for your face , I fall down again .

Harder .

I wake up , shut down my eyes and scream for you . Scream and roll out of bed . Fall down the floor .

 But I don't want to open my eyes . I wanted you to be there . tell me it’s fine , hold me . Sing me to sleep . Talk me to sleep .

I shouted and shouted . no one answered .

I lost conscious  .

As sunlight burns me , I wake up . Search for you .

 Am I still dreaming ? am I awake ? I can’t distinguitsh reality from fantasy .

I write you , perhaps you might have the answer . Perhaps you can tell me if all of this is just a dream , or not .

Are you even there ?

I don't know if you are receiving my letters . But I write you anyway .

Hope you remain forever true .

Yours , faithfully ,

Me .

Reviews

[Echoes of Eros]

Each hushed word blends into the magic of each scream, each sigh, each manic wild wondering thought. You have a way of creating a world both frightening and enchanted, pulling us into this web of words. xo