Writing Prompts - #244 - Write a story inspired by a line in an e.e cummings poem.
"But now she sharpens and becomes crisper" - I Go to This Window - e.e. cummings
In my dream there she was, real as anything and mythical as nothing at all. She stood not much taller than I and wore simple clothes that she complimented perfectly. She was perfect. The two of us standing at the window together sent a sweet, warm feeling to my heart. If I had just stood with her forever, basking in the bright, midsummer sun; it would have made my life a life fully lived. There was no need for words. With her, there barely ever was. Just a slight glance and a sigh was all we needed.
The wind brushed the wispy stalks of wheat against each other; to and fro like the hairs of a painter's brush on the bright canvas of the cloudless sky;and the sun that streamed in the window was almost too bright to look at. Nonetheless, we stared out at the golden sea. We were there to forget and that was all we remembered; that and each other.
I felt her hand cover mine reassuringly. I said nothing at all and spared no glance to the result of her small motion, instead looking to her eyes.
That was when I woke up.
The dark sky of a five A.M November stared me in the face until I turned away. I didn't want to wake up yet. It had been so peaceful, just me and her. But, who was she?
I went through my day, uneventful and dreary as the winter weather. Another day passed, and another, and another until they became months. I never dreamed the dream again, and never had a desire to do so. As the months went by, and the dream began to fade from my memory, the truth stepped in to fill it's place.
I had always known who she was, and she had always been here.