PROXIMITY OF DREAMS
by Philosopher
It was a dream, ofcourse. Just a dream, like always. But what a dream. What a kiss. They were interupted before, when they were so close. "You dream of me?" The words echoed in this fantasy. "Hey it was a nightmare." Of all the things he could have said, that reply closed a door.
Their soft lips came so close. "Are you happy to see me, Eduardo?" She was practically throwing herself at him! What did he say? "You could stand to put on a few pounds." Another door slammed. Again ... so far.
But in the dream they could finish. In the dream he never said it. Eduardo rolled off the couch where he had been napping. His clothes were rumpled. He looked up. Kylie looked away. "Eduardo, that was so brave of you." Still there were times when hope seemed real. What a tease life can be.
Kylie walked into the kitchen and put down her coffee. Eduardo leaned against the door. Then he rubbed his face with one hand and shoved the other in his pocket. "Coffee?" Kylie offered. He nodded.
It was chilly and he fell asleep without a blanket. Kylie's hair was still a bit damp from a hot shower. Her long sleave shirt was thin but warm and it clung to her a little. He was so cold, quiet, sleepy, sad, and dissheveled.
Instead of getting the coffee, Kylie crossed the room. Then she grabbed a hold of Eddie's vest, pulling him down to her, and hopped up on tip toes. Throwing her arm around the back of his shoulders, she hung on him and kissed him deeply. What a kiss. What a dream it was.
Eduardo rolled a little in his sleep as though on the verge of waking. Kylie watched. Finnally snapping out of her little day dream, Kylie realised her cup was empty. She fixed another, set it beside the couch, and fetched a warm blanket. Holding a breath Kylie let her face hover over his. So close.
THE END
by Philosopher
It was a dream, ofcourse. Just a dream, like always. But what a dream. What a kiss. They were interupted before, when they were so close. "You dream of me?" The words echoed in this fantasy. "Hey it was a nightmare." Of all the things he could have said, that reply closed a door.
Their soft lips came so close. "Are you happy to see me, Eduardo?" She was practically throwing herself at him! What did he say? "You could stand to put on a few pounds." Another door slammed. Again ... so far.
But in the dream they could finish. In the dream he never said it. Eduardo rolled off the couch where he had been napping. His clothes were rumpled. He looked up. Kylie looked away. "Eduardo, that was so brave of you." Still there were times when hope seemed real. What a tease life can be.
Kylie walked into the kitchen and put down her coffee. Eduardo leaned against the door. Then he rubbed his face with one hand and shoved the other in his pocket. "Coffee?" Kylie offered. He nodded.
It was chilly and he fell asleep without a blanket. Kylie's hair was still a bit damp from a hot shower. Her long sleave shirt was thin but warm and it clung to her a little. He was so cold, quiet, sleepy, sad, and dissheveled.
Instead of getting the coffee, Kylie crossed the room. Then she grabbed a hold of Eddie's vest, pulling him down to her, and hopped up on tip toes. Throwing her arm around the back of his shoulders, she hung on him and kissed him deeply. What a kiss. What a dream it was.
Eduardo rolled a little in his sleep as though on the verge of waking. Kylie watched. Finnally snapping out of her little day dream, Kylie realised her cup was empty. She fixed another, set it beside the couch, and fetched a warm blanket. Holding a breath Kylie let her face hover over his. So close.
THE END