She had a dream every night; it was a sweet dream. She would be caught in the ferocity of the sea or the quiet majesty of the mountains. Strong arms would wrap themselves around her.
A soft whisper, “I have found you ” would penetrate her heart.
He would turn her so she was facing him. With one finger he would tilt her face to the heavens. His lips would caress her forehead, graze her nose, and rest on her moist lips. His touch would send signals through the core of her body. She would return his warm touch with her own soft nuzzling. Her tongue would lightly graze the edges of his lips …
The dream always ended there.
When she awoke there were the remnants of tears on her cheeks.
“It’s always the same. The worst dream is better than my my best reality. Why do I need to ever awaken?”
“Who is this man? What does he want from me; what can I give to him?”
The next night she was on the back of a horse; a man on another horse would race toward her swinging her into his arms as the horse lunged forward. The rider would urge his horse to graze as he opened her eyes to the beauty of the dew laced meadow. His hands would comb through her dark hair causing a surge of ecstasy. His lips would always rest on hers; his hands would hold her possessively. Her eyes would search the contours of his face for something wrong; it was ~ perfect.
The words “I love you” would be balanced on his lips but not quite uttered before the dream dispersed.
Her heart, during the day, would try to break from the absence of this man in her dreams. Would she ever find this man she yearned for in reality? Would she feel the warm pressure of his lips against hers? Was she cursed by a man who loved her in a dream? She started to fight the dream to yell at the dream.
“I will not succumb to you any longer. You cause pain in the waking hours and only whisper promises of ecstacy in the night glow. Go away!”
And so they drifted away. The dreams became more of a thought. The dreamer walked in a daily cold, stark reality.
“What have I done?” she mourned. “Now my waking and my sleeping bring pain. Is death the only freedom from this?”
She went to sleep that night trying to evoke the dream. It was a vapor not willing to be recalled.
One day she allowed herself to dance in a meadow she had discovered. Hours seemed to pass. She laid on her blanket; the warmth of the day lulled her into a dreamless sleep. She smelled the flowers, she heard the breeze, she felt his touch. She laid in her reverie and soaked in the essence of him. It was back; he was back. Not wanting to rush her dream; she laid quietly enjoying his presence. She felt his lips, she smelled more than flowers – manliness; he tasted, hmm, salty and moist.
Her senses had allowed her to go further than ever in her dream. For fear of losing, she willed herself to never in this lifetime wake up. He tilted her head and opened her eyes. She gazed into his face delighted that he seemed so real. It had been so long since they had been together, if only in a dream.
As his lips descended on hers, he murmured “I have found you at last. Love me -don’t ever drift away into a dream again.”
She opened her eyes, she touched his lips, she felt his strong hands.
“You are a very vivid dream today – good sir.”
“As are you fair lady, but today I believe we have awakened from our reverie and found something more permanent.”
“Today will you leave this dream world and awaken to a life with me?”
She was afraid; she did not know love outside of her dream nor did she know this man apart from her dream. She must hold tighter to her dream ; it was trying to trick her and pull them apart.
He held a lifeless form of beauty in his arms. Long dark hair cascaded over his arms, lips parted beautifully waiting for the kiss he dare not take in case that would remove her last breath. He willed her to revive and be his in the world on the other side of their dreams.
“HELP ME” was his anguished cry. He hoped against hope that someone from the dream world or reality world would have the key to his happiness – to hers.
He went on a quest with his beautiful dream looking for the world where they both could be together.
This Story was originally submitted for: Theme Thursday .
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