late last night...

this was a dream i was trying to write in the wee hours after waking up from it...

The atmosphere was grey, a slight tinge of blue, like the filter of a camera filming some moody pic. But the surrounding hills around the town were a lush green like in springtime. I sat across from her in the outside café. I had a Café Mocha she had hers with a touch of skim and a light sugar. Before us on the black wrought-iron table beneath the canopy of an oversized umbrella sat a pile of used books, Some were philosophy, some were poems, some biographies, some fantasy and horror, some erotica. we had spent hours at the Rare and Used bookstore in the center of town. She sat there cross legged in a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater. Her hair was pulled back while a few strands hung in her face like they belonged there. She looked up with those deep eyes as she sipped her coffee, smiling between breaths to cool her drink. I spoke to her, about the books we purchased, the way the day was going, how I felt within myself about her and life, she only smiled and laughed a few times. I reached across and grabbed her hand, and hers immediately grasped mine. The ecstasy of feeling wanted sparked between us within our palms. This was bliss, this was happiness. I slid over to her side of the round table and put my hand against her cheek and kissed those lips. “I love you” I said. She only smiled again and returned another kiss to me. Her foot teasing my shin. “Why won’t you say anything?” I asked perplexed. She drank her coffee, looked up into the gray sky, and that’s when I noticed a tear on her face. “What’s wrong?” I asked wiping the tear away from her cheek. “Baby? What’s wrong?” She smiled at me and stroked the stubble on my face. “This is a dream, Brad. It’s only a dream.” With that statement the rain fell, pouring horribly down on everything. Soaking the books, those around me, and everything washed away like paint melting from a portrait…..

 

Reviews

[Forever Mine]

Wow... That almost seemed real.... very beautiful

[paul]

beautiful man. and the last line: a master piece.

[Ruth]

To almost have that in the flesh, the yearning, longing and then the sadness of it being a dream, beautiful!
xx