Dream Girl
We met up on the second floor of a local mall. Her hair, an alluring mixture of blonde and black, was barely longer than her slender face. Her beauty shone through without the need of any cosmetic assistance and she smiled with her full lips as she approached me. She wore black jeans and a dark red baby doll tee, its clothing line logo pressed against my chest when we embraced.
Her name was Rachel.
We strolled through the mall chatting and flirting. I put my arm around her as we walked and then said something to make her laugh. We stopped and I told her I really liked her. She admitted she felt the same. We looking into each others eyes and time stood still…and then we kissed. It was slow and sweet and it gave me a rush. It was the rush that typically comes with a first kiss. I drew back only slightly and smiled, my eyes still closed. She told me that she had adored me for some time but didn’t want to say anything because she knew I already had in interest in someone. I laughed with a disappointed tone, then explained that it was her that I was after.
I sat in front of an oak desk jotting down ideas. The only light that filled the room came from a work lamp that peered over my shoulder, trying to read what it was I was writing. Rachel entered the small office wearing only a white T-shirt of mine and a pair of white panties with little pink hearts on them. She asked me how things were coming along. I pulled her close and admitted that I was a bit stuck. She told me that it wasn’t a good idea to kiss her because she might have a cold, but I reassured her that a kiss was well worth the risk. She smiled, kissed me, and then wished me good night. As she was leaving me to my work, I was suddenly hit with an idea. I called out to my muse to tell her the perfect idea she had given me for a new book.
This is when I woke up. I remembered Rachel very well and I knew that I had the perfect idea in my dream, but when I finally got out of bed I couldn’t, despite my best efforts, remember what the book idea was. Frustrating.
It’s okay Rachel, I still love you.
Her name was Rachel.
We strolled through the mall chatting and flirting. I put my arm around her as we walked and then said something to make her laugh. We stopped and I told her I really liked her. She admitted she felt the same. We looking into each others eyes and time stood still…and then we kissed. It was slow and sweet and it gave me a rush. It was the rush that typically comes with a first kiss. I drew back only slightly and smiled, my eyes still closed. She told me that she had adored me for some time but didn’t want to say anything because she knew I already had in interest in someone. I laughed with a disappointed tone, then explained that it was her that I was after.
I sat in front of an oak desk jotting down ideas. The only light that filled the room came from a work lamp that peered over my shoulder, trying to read what it was I was writing. Rachel entered the small office wearing only a white T-shirt of mine and a pair of white panties with little pink hearts on them. She asked me how things were coming along. I pulled her close and admitted that I was a bit stuck. She told me that it wasn’t a good idea to kiss her because she might have a cold, but I reassured her that a kiss was well worth the risk. She smiled, kissed me, and then wished me good night. As she was leaving me to my work, I was suddenly hit with an idea. I called out to my muse to tell her the perfect idea she had given me for a new book.
This is when I woke up. I remembered Rachel very well and I knew that I had the perfect idea in my dream, but when I finally got out of bed I couldn’t, despite my best efforts, remember what the book idea was. Frustrating.
It’s okay Rachel, I still love you.