Early Morning Dream  

no_strings_grrl 44F
270 posts
6/22/2005 10:28 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Early Morning Dream

This morning I dreamt of you again. Your face flashes from across a crowded, darkened room, full of people we know and people we don't. The living room is strangely quiet. Why are the lights so low? Whose house is this? What are all these people watching? TV? A movie? I try to make out the images on the screen, but I am quickly distracted when I pick up the clear and unmistakeable scent that is uniquely yours. An intoxicating blend of a rare and unusual musk, and the soft, sweet scent that is your body chemistry. I can feel my chest swelling. Warm, tingling thoughts of your touch and your smile seem to fill every pore of my body. I am suddenly and undeniably connected to you, surrounded and consumed by your presence in the room.

I can't see you now, but I try to make my way toward where I saw you just moments earlier. There is a wall in the middle of the room (was that there a minute ago?) behind the couch, blanketed by people watching the TV set. The room is rather small, but my search becomes frantic as I walk up and peer into face after face and still cannot find you. My breath quickens. As I round the corner of the wall and look toward the couch, I see him.

And then I see you.

You are sitting next to one another on the couch, he on your left. He has your left hand resting on his knee, playing with your fingers and stroking your palm. My heart begins to pound furiously as I approach the couch. The tears are stinging my eyes but I am unable to blink. You look up at me as I stand in front of you. I don't understand the look on your face, I can't read your eyes. You are a million miles away and a distant look of "I'm sorry" is all I can make out.

I look over at him. I am shaking uncontrollably now and the tears are streaming down my cheeks, over my chin and spilling onto my shirt. The rage that consumes me is complete and more intense than any I have known. I am no longer surprized by the lack of emotion on his face. I am suddenly aware of my fingers curling around the cold metal in my pocket.

You calmly get up and walk away.

Philosophy_N_Sex 49M/47F

6/22/2005 11:40 am

Hopefully this was just a "nightmare" not a real event...

no_strings_grrl 44F

6/22/2005 1:04 pm

Just a dream.

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