Dreams

Dreams

I was dreaming.  I found myself floating, bathed in bright light and mist, and my skin was on fire.  Not a bad fire, but rather the kind you want more and more of.  I saw her fade in and out of the fog, oh so many different beautiful versions of her.  Every memory I had captured of this radiant beauty flooded my view.  Her bright wide smile and open mouth laugh.  Her cinnamon milk chocolate brown eyes staring deep into me.  Her sway as she walked away from me while looking back over her shoulder, taunting me knowingly.  I knew I was dreaming but I had no plans on waking up anytime soon. Eventually my imagination took over, turning very real memories into amazing fantasies.  She was there yet again in ways I could only hope she would be.  I could feel her as I slipped into her warmth, as she knelt above me smiling.  I could hear gasp as she shuttered a bit leaning down into me.  Her hair ran across my bare chest and it felt so very real.  I enjoyed its feather like touch as she bounced atop me. It was electric. 

Tabitha

Tabitha

The trip up the stairs was miserable.  It had been a long day and all I could think about was how comfortable my bed would be.  As luck would have it, after an extra few hours more than expected at work, unpaid I might add, I came to find the elevator in my apartment building was out.  It really made me wonder why I had chosen to live on the 5^th floor.  I was by no means an out of shape individual.  I woke up every other morning around 6 a.m. and I ran at least 3 to 5 miles. But the stairs today were kicking my ass.  I was exhausted. 

Granted it was my own fault because I had stayed up last night, on the phone, till well past my bed time.  I could not help it though.  The voice on the other end of the line was addicting.  Her laughter was like a drug I could not get enough of.  We were literarily a bad version of some 1980’s John Hughes movie where she was twirling the phone chord in her fingers kicking her feet off the bed and I was tossing a ball against the ceiling trying to be a bit more macho than I was.  The thought of this made me laugh as I climbed the stairs slowly.

When I was on level three my phone chimed and I wanted any excuse to stop the slow drained trudge up the stairs.  I was almost there and to be honest I was being a bit of baby but hey no one was around to see it and I really didn’t care.  If you could have seen me, you would have thought I was like one of those 4 or 5 years olds who didn’t want to go to school.  I wasn’t throwing a fit but I was sure as heck taking forever to make it to the bus stop.  So I stopped and fished my phone out of my pocket. Instantly I smiled.  It was my syrup tongued fantasy from last night.  We had been taunting each other mercilessly now for weeks.