AND I DREAM... EVEN WHEN I DONT WANT TO ANYMORE

 

And I wonder? If in the half hour of when this happens…

Did your heart touch on my name?

Did your smile grow with a quick memory?

Did your mind wander for a split second?

 

My alarm clock is set to go off at 8:00a.m. But sometimes between the half hour of 5:45 a.m. and 6:15 a.m. I am whispered out of my sleep into another moment. Transmitted into another place of another hour…

 

Against a floor to ceiling wide window, my eyes quietly open to the sun’s rays dancing through a deep marine lace dropped silently over a rich golden rod. I blink my vision and take a few minutes to appreciate such simple beauty. It is so warm.

My head is rested atop Egyptian cotton and I’m snuggled up into a dark blue mink blanket. I don’t want to move. I’m so at peace, so cozy and accepted. But against my will… I do.

Lazily I stretch and roll into the middle of what looks to be a king size bed in the middle of a very spacious room. I sit myself up pulling my knees to my chest and my hair tumbles around my bare body.

I don’t know where I am, but I don’t seem to be lost.

 

The walls are Vanilla toned, rooted with modern Island influenced craft held delicately in blue American Ash Wood; and the ceilings are high giving a soft illusion that there is more space within the room then what is already there.

A bookshelf sits kitty cornered on the far left side of the room showcasing the wonderful writes of Nora Roberts, Sandra Brown, and Linda Miller. On top of the shelf is a lush textile golden boxed frame with dried up deep colored rose leis resting soundly around it displaying a piece from an Author unknown.

On both ends of the bed stand stained Ash Wood tables featuring pictures of captured moments yet to be seen. I’m maturely stunned with curiosity at the site of such images, but don’t seem to be confused.

There are honey dew candles two on each table burnt to the core, leaving melted wax dried inside and over the holders. This would explain the soothing aroma in the air. I close my eyes, lift my head and inhale falling completely relaxed.

This place is so inviting, holding an ambiance of pure bliss, a scene I feel myself wanting to stay in forever.

It was a few minutes into this trance when my eyes slowly open and shift to the right side of the room following the direction of a shuffled noise.

My insides pause and my heart begins to race against my chest to the sight… it was him. I was so enthralled to see him, so taken over with emotion, but I appear to be so relaxed, just lost in appreciation of him. He stood in the middle of a master bathroom wearing black boxer shorts and wiping his head with a towel as if he had just gotten out of the shower.

I watch him and crack a smile to the excess water from his hair dripping to his back glistening against his brown skin. He turns his head into my direction as if he could feel my eyes burning right through him. I just sit there, gazing at him, totally taken in on the whole atmosphere of being in his presence.

Still with nothing said he makes his way out of the bathroom and stands at the foot of the bed.

“Good morning.” I say softly with a slight bite to my lower lip.

In return he flashes a flirtatious smile and crawls into the bed meeting me face to face. His eyes are so free from everything. A look I had only seen once in our several encounters, and they pierce me with an easy feeling as it seems only his eyes can do.

Gently he lays me down pressing my body into the mattress and brushes my hair out of my face tucking it behind my left ear. His fingertips trace my jaw down my neck and across my collar bone raising my core to excitement as it seems only his touch can do. He places his lips on my neck and kisses me so tender, causing the blood underneath my skin to boil as it seems only his lips can do. I close my eyes to absorb the passion that enflames the way it does every time we meet but as my vision slowly opens back up… he fades.

((1-24-2012)) ((5:49 a.m.)) I softly hear him whisper… “Good morning.”

Author's Note

told you... I'm being haunted... this has happened 5 times before, and today I decided to start writing it down and seeing where it goes. Who knows it could turn out to play very nicely in a book someday. =)

Reviews

[Amila Jay]

Awesome write!!

[zero binty]

You describe this dream in such vivid detail. I feel like a peeping tom. However, if I put myself in your place in the dream, and change the guy to a female...it feels way different...better. Why don't you want to have this dream anymore? Cliche, but follow your dreams. I do. Somtimes it gets me in trouble, but I'm so used to trouble I just call them challenges. Now I want your room. Minus the guy. Plus the female.

[Arielle Ann]

this was indeed enchanting....when not possible in reality, we tend to dream more (or so I feel)...the imagery was fantastic; it created the home of my dreams in my eyes :)!!! and this would make a beautiful novella..am sure...so keep writing and all the best!

[tkersh]

Great descriptions and beautiful images. I am in love with your line: "I am whispered out of my sleep into another moment"! So evocative.

[Rene Velez]

Definitely image driven material here, the story in itself is vivid and engrossing, a tender dream or tale in a spiritual essence, always good reading Em.

Wow, sister, if you where haunted by such a lovely ghost of the North African (it seem) past, it's pure bless, I was totally within your beautifully phrased lines, as I imagined all so vividly. The little details are stunning, they make the whole ambiance perfect. This is so good, please keep on writing more love... I want to read the next chapter :) xxx