My Longest sleep

I've never thought I had a guardian angel, but what if I had? I've set this for a mature audience, though It's not at all erotic.

My bedroom shimmered and I saw, clear as day, a naked lady through the thick brick wall. She must have been standing in the garden, maybe on a flower bed or next to my little pond of goldfish And in that first instant as everything else faded to a grey montage of foggy nothing and became lost to my sight, I knew I loved her.

Of course I did! As far as I knew I was dying and it was clear that she was very alive. I knew that because she winked at me, then waved, then walked through where the bedroom wall should be and came right up to me.

She smelt gorgeous as I couldn’t help sampling the air around her, like I used to when I was in my teens and on the bus going to school all those years ago, when Amanda Goodright walked past me on her way to the back seat, where she always sat and Heaven help anyone who took that seat! But that sweet scent! Lovely Amanda

But this wasn’t Amanda Goodright because she had died years ago, wrinkled and ancient before her time. I’d been briefly sad when I saw the notie in the Brumpton Times because my sum total knowledge of the woman was the fragrant teenager who had morphed into a crooked old woman in no longer than it took for me to grow old.

But less of Amanda. I had a new chick in my life.

“Come with me,” she said when she reached me, and she pushed one hand towards me, gripping my own fingers and pulling me towards her living flesh.

“Who are you?” I asked, climbing out of bed, not because I wanted to know but rather because I wanted to say something to her.

“You know me, surely,” she said, smiling as if she was advertising the whitest teeth under the sun.

“Do I?” That was me, uncertain because I’ve known a fair number of women in my life, and I was pretty sure she wasn’t one of them. And anyway, none of the others could even begin to work out how to turn a summer’s evening into fog and walk through solid walls as if they weren’t there. And, oh, none of them would have started off naked! I was never that lucky!

“Then let me introduce myself,” she said, smiling so beautifully I wanted to take a photo of those lips but hadn’t got my phone with me.

“Please,” I almost begged.

“I’m your guardian angel,” she said, “though you can call me Petra if you like.”

Oh my goodness! Who would have believed it? My having a naked guardian angel!

“I need to wake up!” I exclaimed.

“You will soon,” she told me, “but first you must kiss me. I need to be kissed by you, sweet man. I need that so very much, and then when you’ve kissed me I won’t die here in front of you.”

“You die? I exclaimed, “young and beautiful and, well, not wearing anything to cover up that beauty!”

“But the truth is, I’m so very old and want to get a great deal older,” she sighed, “so can I have that kiss? The one to save me?”

Oh goodness gracious me! What could I do? I’ve never been so forward as to kiss a lass before I got to know her, and we all know what kissing leads to, don’t we? But to save a life? Did I have a choice?”

Her tongue was electric as it swirled round my mouth, and the taste of her was like the taste of a bouquet of flowers from a wonderful garden. And then her hand slipped from my fingers and started moving over me like nothing had ever done before.

“That’s it,” she whispered after too short a time when we pulled apart. “You’ve given me life! Plenty of life! So lie back down in your bed and sleep. They’ll come for you tomorrow soon after dawn, and take you to the chapel of rest where you really ought to have gone ages ago.

And that’s what I did. I have no idea whether the bedroom returned to normal or whether she went away, or might she stayed to guard me. Isn’t that what guardian angels do? Because the very next thing I knew was I was in this darned coffin, and I can’t see or smell or even feel a darned thing.

© Peter Rogerson 10.09.24

xxx

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Pretty mysterious story. Loved it reading.

[emmajoygreen]

Hyperventilating here because.. that story turned into an all time every genre that might be. Am tempted to say this is a very clever variation on a thesaurus because it goes for most of the positive words one can think of. Great content, finely put, dialogue clever and apt, finish exceptional and all else very entertaining. Than you so much for sharing, sir. Plus: what a lovely love story is yours and your darling.