My Dream Drabble.
It was the subtle sent of peppermint which assaulted my senses first, cutting through my present dream with such sharp clarity I could have sworn it was real, my gaze drawing up to take in all. She was dressed in faded denim, a plain black shirt on top - sleeves drooping low over pale knuckles. She was a sight to behold in all her striking plainness.
In an instant I could feel my pulse begin to race, a light-headedness overcoming me as we edged close, kneeling so near. Time stilled as I felt the tender touch of fingers to my cheek, soon to be replaced with her cheek to mine and I was lost, eyes falling shut to enjoy, the warm breath against my neck pleasant and welcome despite my sudden nervousness.
And then, as if it had never existed, the moment was over - a firm but gentle hand coming to rest on my shoulder - and I drew back like a scolded child having had the back of her hand rapped for ever thinking that she could have this, if but for a moment. The voice that drifted past my ears was familiar. I knew this man. Felt the strong need to dislike him for what he was to her.
"What is it that you need?" he asked and I faltered in my reply, to the warmth and understanding in his tone as he spoke, turning back to her to stare expectantly into her eyes. She said nothing.
"I need... time." was all I managed out, glancing away, disappointed in myself as old fears arose and I acted upon them. "Just a little longer." My voice tight and desperate.
"I can't give you that." her voice was cold and true. Sharp and painful was the twisting and tightening I felt within, a despair setting in from her words as the warmth of her presence disappeared and nothing remained but the darkness.
I awoke shaking, blinking blindly in the moonlight which cast through my open windows, as I struggled to catch my breath. Sleep didn't come to me easily. And when it did and my dreams finally returned she was no longer a part of them.
In an instant I could feel my pulse begin to race, a light-headedness overcoming me as we edged close, kneeling so near. Time stilled as I felt the tender touch of fingers to my cheek, soon to be replaced with her cheek to mine and I was lost, eyes falling shut to enjoy, the warm breath against my neck pleasant and welcome despite my sudden nervousness.
And then, as if it had never existed, the moment was over - a firm but gentle hand coming to rest on my shoulder - and I drew back like a scolded child having had the back of her hand rapped for ever thinking that she could have this, if but for a moment. The voice that drifted past my ears was familiar. I knew this man. Felt the strong need to dislike him for what he was to her.
"What is it that you need?" he asked and I faltered in my reply, to the warmth and understanding in his tone as he spoke, turning back to her to stare expectantly into her eyes. She said nothing.
"I need... time." was all I managed out, glancing away, disappointed in myself as old fears arose and I acted upon them. "Just a little longer." My voice tight and desperate.
"I can't give you that." her voice was cold and true. Sharp and painful was the twisting and tightening I felt within, a despair setting in from her words as the warmth of her presence disappeared and nothing remained but the darkness.
I awoke shaking, blinking blindly in the moonlight which cast through my open windows, as I struggled to catch my breath. Sleep didn't come to me easily. And when it did and my dreams finally returned she was no longer a part of them.