Surreal

I was home, she was an unexpected guest that came by with Nat, a friend of my cousin apparently, to help out with the Christmas decorations.

She was twenty-three.

I took a break from the decorating and the noise and headed to my room for a small breather. She came in as well and asked if I had a PC version of Mirror’s Edge. I found it and passed it to her.

She asked me to teach her how to play the game on her laptop, I gladly obliged and several… accidents happened, coupled with much teasing and empty threats to tell my mother what I’ve done.

But alas, I had to leave to grab something and won’t be home till morning, which also means I will never see her again.

I can’t believe how that sense of yearning could carry through past the dream and into awakening.

Now I miss someone completely imaginary, this is so sad.

A Quiet Dream

I dreamt a dream, a dream of us.

We sat on a bench by the beach, my hand on your hip; your head on my shoulder.

I said it was time to go, you said not yet.

We gazed upon the calm dark of the the sea before us, the sand bathed in twilight, the stars like ornaments draped onto cloudy trees by some celestial being.

I broke my focus from the surroundings and brought it to you, calm and serene. Your eyes closed and you snuggled a little closer. I tightened my hold a little to reassure you I was still there.

And I woke…

One of the more quieter dreams I’ve had, very different from the inspiring battles and confrontations I used to envision.

I wonder why…