The dream faded from my mind that week . . .
We'd met at the grocery a year ago. Both shopping for dinners to eat alone, both making something interesting. In true hollywood style, we reached for the same arcane ingredient at the same moment, our hands touched, and we began to talk. We ended up back at my apartment making dinner together, and really haven't been apart ever since. Call it love at first sight, or whatever you want, but we were compatible from the start, like soulmates, so similar we are.
So the dream had really shocked me. And it faded quickly.
The weekend came, and we tilled the garden, trimmed the trees, all those domestic outside things. Ate Beef Bourgignon, drank wine, watched a movie. Horror flick.
Wine dizzy, we made love on the couch after the movie, then retreated to the bedroom and slept.
It happened again.
Just like the time before, only I felt not quite there, and she drew the blood from me wrist. I faded in and out of the dream, but thrashed under her controlling strength. So strong! I felt myself disappearing and my struggles ceased, and I was gone.
Woke in the morning, groggy and a little hung-over. Tangled in the sweaty sheets. But I was not alone. She lay beside me, her legs entwined with mine. Sleeping soundly. Not the demon of my dreams, but the woman I loved.
I rose, and showered, coldly. No marks, no blood, but again I felt drained, sick. Was it the alcohol? Or was this really happening? And why?
I made a pot of coffee and drank half of it before sitting down to think. I wanted to bring it up with her, but didn't want her to think I was crazy . . .
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hmmm, not sure if this is any good anymore . . . . I might just have to sit and write the whole thing out at once, and post sections . . ..
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