Dreams
It's a dream of happier times.
He's making love to Susan, the sunlight from the bedroom window falling on her skin, making her look like an angel. She writhes beneath him, her face ecstatic as she moans his name over and over again. "I love you," he answers each time. His hands trace the sensitive places on her skin, marveling at their softness, and at the way she arches her back when he hits just the right spot.
The bedroom becomes a field now, endless and green, the bed a small hillock, transitioning seamlessly in the way only dreams can. Neither of them break stride. He's on his knees now, her legs twined around his waist, her hands tangled in his hair. Faster. Faster. "Forever," Jeff whispers, his arms wrapping around her, entangling her. Imprisoning her. Wrapping her in a cocoon of vines and roots. She begins to scream, and struggle, but her fists have no affect on his wooden skin. He smiles as that same bark envelopes her body, their roots entwined, their branches woven together.
Then all is still.
Forever.
When Soze dreams, this one is his own. He wakes with the morning light, tangled in his sheets, his cheek resting up against the pillow. He's relaxed, actually, despite being groggy from staying up late that night, and it's a bizarre feeling. He's usually no good at remembering his dreams-- and when he does, they aren't nice-- but something about this one sticks with him. Part of it's like a far away memory, like a piece of him he had forgotten a long time ago.
But there was something strange about the whole thing. He didn't recognize the woman. And seriously, what the hell was with the tree? He props himself up in bed and frowns to himself. It's all fine and good, sure, but something... isn't... quite...
'oh, and to answer your question, i was a tree for about a month.'
He feels his stomach lurch. His hands grip the covers until his knuckles turn white.
Fuckers.
He's making love to Susan, the sunlight from the bedroom window falling on her skin, making her look like an angel. She writhes beneath him, her face ecstatic as she moans his name over and over again. "I love you," he answers each time. His hands trace the sensitive places on her skin, marveling at their softness, and at the way she arches her back when he hits just the right spot.
The bedroom becomes a field now, endless and green, the bed a small hillock, transitioning seamlessly in the way only dreams can. Neither of them break stride. He's on his knees now, her legs twined around his waist, her hands tangled in his hair. Faster. Faster. "Forever," Jeff whispers, his arms wrapping around her, entangling her. Imprisoning her. Wrapping her in a cocoon of vines and roots. She begins to scream, and struggle, but her fists have no affect on his wooden skin. He smiles as that same bark envelopes her body, their roots entwined, their branches woven together.
Then all is still.
Forever.
When Soze dreams, this one is his own. He wakes with the morning light, tangled in his sheets, his cheek resting up against the pillow. He's relaxed, actually, despite being groggy from staying up late that night, and it's a bizarre feeling. He's usually no good at remembering his dreams-- and when he does, they aren't nice-- but something about this one sticks with him. Part of it's like a far away memory, like a piece of him he had forgotten a long time ago.
But there was something strange about the whole thing. He didn't recognize the woman. And seriously, what the hell was with the tree? He props himself up in bed and frowns to himself. It's all fine and good, sure, but something... isn't... quite...
'oh, and to answer your question, i was a tree for about a month.'
He feels his stomach lurch. His hands grip the covers until his knuckles turn white.
Fuckers.