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I woke up with a start.
I was sitting on my sofa in the dark. I must have fallen asleep there. I noticed that my glasses had fallen to the floor and I bent forward to pick them up off the ground. As I placed them back on my nose, I concentrated on making my breath come out evenly, instead of the rasps that puncuated the darkness now.
I felt foolish for being frightened out of a dream. But this was no ordinary dream. This was the after effect of something very powerful. Truth be told, I wasn't quite sure what it all meant. I lay my head down on the back of the couch and let my eyes drift closed, with a flash she was there again. Primal. Powerful. I snapped my eyes open again.
I switched on the lamp and stood, surveying my flat. I just needed to calm down again. That was all, then I could get some restfull sleep. I walked to my kitchen and put a pot of water on to boil for some tea. I set out a cup and saucer and wandered back out to the sofa with no real purpose.
My guitar leaned in it's case, against the wall. I opened it and pulled it gently into my lap. I set to work tuning the strings, it was comforting somehow. I strummed it once softly and then began to play.
"Where do you go when you're lonely?
Where do you go when you're blue?
Where do you go when you're lonely?
I'll follow you,
When the stars go blue..."
The pot on the stove began to whistle.
I was sitting on my sofa in the dark. I must have fallen asleep there. I noticed that my glasses had fallen to the floor and I bent forward to pick them up off the ground. As I placed them back on my nose, I concentrated on making my breath come out evenly, instead of the rasps that puncuated the darkness now.
I felt foolish for being frightened out of a dream. But this was no ordinary dream. This was the after effect of something very powerful. Truth be told, I wasn't quite sure what it all meant. I lay my head down on the back of the couch and let my eyes drift closed, with a flash she was there again. Primal. Powerful. I snapped my eyes open again.
I switched on the lamp and stood, surveying my flat. I just needed to calm down again. That was all, then I could get some restfull sleep. I walked to my kitchen and put a pot of water on to boil for some tea. I set out a cup and saucer and wandered back out to the sofa with no real purpose.
My guitar leaned in it's case, against the wall. I opened it and pulled it gently into my lap. I set to work tuning the strings, it was comforting somehow. I strummed it once softly and then began to play.
"Where do you go when you're lonely?
Where do you go when you're blue?
Where do you go when you're lonely?
I'll follow you,
When the stars go blue..."
The pot on the stove began to whistle.