The ceiling fan strained as it cast lazy shadows downward.
It was late evening.
The sun was ink washed out from the sky.
Torpid starlight scattered about like confetti after a long night of partying.
The shades were partly drawn, but she could still manage to see it through the tree line.
A stray breeze fingered loose strands of hair off her forehead.
In her arms there was a man, asleep. He was caught in this innocent moment, breathing heavily and fighting to stay in his dreams. She cinched her arms around him more securely and sighed.
Had it all been a dream?
Where was she now?
A near full glass of water stared blankly at her from the bedside table.
Couldn't have been a dream. It was nighttime, and her body told her it was time to be awake now. The evening holding its source of power for her. She felt hungry, but she couldn't move. Muscles in her fingers and legs twitched...
Ach. He was stirring.
He inhaled deeply and shifted position against her, but did not open his eyes.
She stared upward watching the fan with her eyes until dizziness ensued. What a crazy life this had been. She was already composing this story in her head before its time.
She had many stories in her head. She never told anyone, because she could never seem to finish them...
or she would finish them, but never be able to find a way to start them.
Crazy life.
She was composing this day-dream, its what she wanted. Its where she wanted to be, but where was she really?
At home on the computer talking to this person who trusted her enough to lay here unconscious in delicate sleep?
Does this make any sense?
No, she supposed it didn't.
This was reality.. a reality.. an alternate path to where her life could lead to. It was here she sought much refuge in tired, lonesome hours.
The events that had happened that afternoon, had frightened her. Could she go back and change it? Take that alternate path where it would havenever happened.
Hah.
She shook her head and smiled evenly.
She didn't want to play with fate so much, it wasn't her place. She enjoyed this dream even with all the pains and trials. For there were moments of mirth and euphoric giddiness in there as well.
For now, this was the right path set in her mind. So far so good. No one was trying to test her or take it away quite yet, but it hung in the back of her mind that could happen any moment.
Kind of like that stale refrigerator smell that won't quite disappear even after you scrub out everything completely and ditch the spoiled foods.
She was certainly uneasy and unsure of what she was doing. She had lost an incredible amount.
Now he showed up in her life waving a flashlight to show her how to get out of the hole she was in.
Everyone else had ignored her.
He cared. He cared and he was patient too. Such a virtue; patience.
What a story this was. In three years anything can happen. She was living proof. He was living proof.
She shut her eyes, and submitted herself to the blind world.
I close my eyes and I keep seeing things
She wasn't here, technically-
But she was out there wanting to be here.
Her hand ran a few idle strokes through his hair.
Maybe she could help him shake off some of his troubles too.
Rainbow waterfalls...
She began to fade out into sleep with him...
going..
going....
Sunny liquid dreams
gone.
at least for now.
It was late evening.
The sun was ink washed out from the sky.
Torpid starlight scattered about like confetti after a long night of partying.
The shades were partly drawn, but she could still manage to see it through the tree line.
A stray breeze fingered loose strands of hair off her forehead.
In her arms there was a man, asleep. He was caught in this innocent moment, breathing heavily and fighting to stay in his dreams. She cinched her arms around him more securely and sighed.
Had it all been a dream?
Where was she now?
A near full glass of water stared blankly at her from the bedside table.
Couldn't have been a dream. It was nighttime, and her body told her it was time to be awake now. The evening holding its source of power for her. She felt hungry, but she couldn't move. Muscles in her fingers and legs twitched...
Ach. He was stirring.
He inhaled deeply and shifted position against her, but did not open his eyes.
She stared upward watching the fan with her eyes until dizziness ensued. What a crazy life this had been. She was already composing this story in her head before its time.
She had many stories in her head. She never told anyone, because she could never seem to finish them...
or she would finish them, but never be able to find a way to start them.
Crazy life.
She was composing this day-dream, its what she wanted. Its where she wanted to be, but where was she really?
At home on the computer talking to this person who trusted her enough to lay here unconscious in delicate sleep?
Does this make any sense?
No, she supposed it didn't.
This was reality.. a reality.. an alternate path to where her life could lead to. It was here she sought much refuge in tired, lonesome hours.
The events that had happened that afternoon, had frightened her. Could she go back and change it? Take that alternate path where it would havenever happened.
Hah.
She shook her head and smiled evenly.
She didn't want to play with fate so much, it wasn't her place. She enjoyed this dream even with all the pains and trials. For there were moments of mirth and euphoric giddiness in there as well.
For now, this was the right path set in her mind. So far so good. No one was trying to test her or take it away quite yet, but it hung in the back of her mind that could happen any moment.
Kind of like that stale refrigerator smell that won't quite disappear even after you scrub out everything completely and ditch the spoiled foods.
She was certainly uneasy and unsure of what she was doing. She had lost an incredible amount.
Now he showed up in her life waving a flashlight to show her how to get out of the hole she was in.
Everyone else had ignored her.
He cared. He cared and he was patient too. Such a virtue; patience.
What a story this was. In three years anything can happen. She was living proof. He was living proof.
She shut her eyes, and submitted herself to the blind world.
I close my eyes and I keep seeing things
She wasn't here, technically-
But she was out there wanting to be here.
Her hand ran a few idle strokes through his hair.
Maybe she could help him shake off some of his troubles too.
Rainbow waterfalls...
She began to fade out into sleep with him...
going..
going....
Sunny liquid dreams
gone.
at least for now.
