AND I DREAM... EVEN WHEN I DONT WANT TO ANYMORE - PART II

Magically unfair...

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…

My surroundings are still…

The only sound I hear is my pen tracing my creations in a notebook.

Its dark… but I see myself tracing my creations in this notebook.

My hair is pulled back into a loose bun, I’m dressed in loose white sweatpants and a grey hooded sweatshirt; attire that I’ve always felt most comfortable in. I seem very dedicated to this work area and in what I am doing. My hand doesn’t stop moving, I am totally engulfed into what I am working on. I’m comfortable here, but my body feels tired. I am tired, but my creation seems so alive, so awake.

I’m sitting in a black leather office chair at a Cherry-Wood desk; a computer sits to my right displaying a photo of my whole family as the screen saver. Everyone looks healthy, it seems Zumba has done me well, one of my brothers has let his hair grow out almost as long as mine and I notice two new faces added to the bunch. I wonder if they are my own, but feel as if they are not.

A desk lamp sits in front of me shinning its light with a purpose and a black wooden three shelf tier sits to the upper left corner holding typed up pages to whatever perfectly in its place. Two notebooks rest in front of the tier worn with scribbles and loose papers sticking out of them so unorganized like and a can of Pepsi stands just beyond them. 

I feel my thoughts and confessions of how things happened, when it started, what was done, and how it was left. I hear the moments and the moods of every waiting minute and trace how it was all so mysterious. What I’m writing seems so important for me to get out so the world can take a walk in my story just because it makes a good story.

“Baby… you’re still awake?”

A concerned raspy voice came from beyond the dark room, but I know that voice so I’m not frightened by it, in fact it raises a smile to my face.

I look up as the man behind that voice steps in front of the lamp out of the dark wiping his right eye with his palm due to just waking up. He was limping??

“Yes… I’m still up”

Shaking his head in disapproval he walked around the desk turned my chair slowly in his direction and gripped both of his hands around the arms of it.

“Are you writing about me again?” He asked meeting me face to face with eyes swimming of joyful curiosity.

I smile and playfully cup his face, “maybe.”

“I want to see…”

  “No.” I say in a slight whine

“Oh c’mon… why not?”

Placing a quick kiss to his lips I answer “because, it’s not done yet.”

“So, let me see what you have so far.”

  “No it’ll spoil the fun out of the mystery and…” Before I could finish my sentence or even my thought for that matter his lips came crashing down on mine to hush my defenses.

His lips on my lips, it holds that epic kind of passion, the kind you just can’t say no to.

“So unfair, you know how much I love your lips.” I whispered as he pulled away slowly. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“So I can see it now?”

  “hahaha… thank you for the kiss, but nope, you still can’t see it.”

“No?”

  “Nope”

“No?” He asked again resting his head on my brow and in almost a warning tone.

Looking him dead in the eyes I stood my ground and answered in the same tone. “No”

“Okay…” Then in one motion he grabbed me up out of the chair and threw me over his left shoulder giving my bottom a teasing smack. 

“Babe what are you doing?” I asked between a slight yell and laughter.

  “Are you going to let me see?”

“Babe, your leg… that’s too much weight for your leg… put me down!!”

  “Oh my leg is fine.” He said giving my bottom another teasing smack for reassurance.

“You’re going to drop me… put me down!”

  “Are you going to let me see?”

“If you don’t put me down I’m going to bite you!!”

  “Why would you bite the person who has you over their shoulder? Now that’s a sure way to get dropped.”

“Well at least it would be worth the fall!!”

  “Okay… okay…” Following my instructions he put me down in regards to knowing that I would really bite him if need be. But then he bent me over the desk and roughly nipped at the flesh of my neck, he knew exactly where to dive for me to falter weak.

I laughed at his flirtatious seductions. “You are not going to give up are you?”

“Nope…”

The atmosphere was so unchained, there was completely no commotion running through the air. It was free from resisting. I could act on my impulse and not hear the disturbance of confusion. I could kiss him the way I wanted to kiss him without it coming off as an odd moment due to second guessing. I could feel him the way I wanted to feel him without the shame nipping at my head. It was all there, and it was all mine.

We collided in a lip and tongue war of who had more desire for who, I could feel myself loosing myself drowning inside his offers and suffocating inside his passion. “So unfair”

“So I take it now you won’t mind if I look?” He asked giving me a gloating smirk of victory.

  “Well when you kiss me like that…”

“Aaawww…. That’s my girl.” He then softly lifted and anchored me back into the chair and grabbed the creation of our story. “I’m going to get something to drink while I catch up on some reading, would you like anything from the kitchen baby?” His eyes were full of teasing triumph and his voice was playfully cutting with pride.

“No, I’m fine…” I said with a sneer of poor sport attitude.

  “Are you sure?”

“Yes”

  “Are you coming to bed soon?”

“Yes, I’ll be up there in a few minutes.”

He then gave me a soft sealing kiss calming every nerve in my body. “Okay well I’ll be up… because you know; I’ve got some reading to do…”

“Yeah,” I rolled my eyes and shook my head to the sting of defeat. “Rub it in baby”

I could hear him laughing as he walked back into the shadows beyond the room. He was limping???

((2-09-2012)) ((6:11 a.m.))  

Author's Note

hhhmmm...????

Reviews

[Forest Green]

True to life, very cool. And that is a critique...:)

I liked this very much. Don't know if it's a diary entry or what but it's nicely written and interesting!

Good work....!!!

[Amila Jay]

Oooh ..a soft sealing kiss calming every nerve in my body ;) wow, this is just great! love the write:-)

[Thea]

You've crafted great descriptions and narrations here...I enjoyed reading this...You write stories well too, huh...Well done! Keep it up!
:)))

[J Todd Underhill]

I like it! Very playful and the description could be one that my wife does to me when I am writing.

[Rasputin]

Great start(?) Sensual and playful. I'm assuming that there's more on the way..?

[TawnyBlueStar]

definitely worth reading when I am completely zoned out from the rest of the world :D amazing! so right about feeling tired but the creation is alive.
so much detail. :D

[EMF]

There isn't a single word that is out of place, that does not make the story stronger and better. I just couldn't walk away from it. Stunning does not even sum it up. I am awed, and tipping wandy stuff. Can I not just tip my hat brim? Much better at taht.

[zero binty]

The detail you insert into what would be the minutae of life to anybody else turns it into such a beautiful story. Every single word emotionally charged. You know I welcome your read requests, if not simply for the feeling I feel when you write. I know that these are structured after your dreams, but I never can wait for the next piece from you. For the love of God, don't stop.

[Revery]

wow, I read that so fast because it pulled me in and held me. Your incredible. please keep going. More :)

[Arielle Ann]

i loved your deep imagery and detailed descriptions...I mean you made a simple moment come out alive through your words....that explained the powerful emotions concealed in your dreams!