Long minutes pass, silence but for his occasional soft utterances. Soft praising words for her. Letting her know that in giving herself, she also gains her self back. Bit by bit her body slackens against him, her breathing becomes steadier. Still he holds her, rocking her. When her breathing remains unchanged for a time he carefully lays her down upon the couch. With a light kiss to her hip he draws the blanket back up over her body. One hand cradles her head the other removes the tshirt. For a long moment he looks at her tear streaked face. Gently he pulls her panties up over her face, then from her head. His fingers brush her hair away from her face lingering on her cheek. Making sure she is sleeping in comfort, covered and sated. He silently folds her clothing and piles it on the floor in a neat stack. Except for her sodden panties. Those, he carefully spreads out onto the coffee table, right in the center. A definite reminder of her evening.
He leaves now, as quietly as he entered. Keeping to the shadows her mystery lover departs, locking the patio door as he goes.
Her next concious moment comes hours later, from the incessant ringing of the telephone. She staggers up and takes a shocked look at the panties on the table. Her panties...she can't think as she makes her way to the kitchen phone. Her body aching and her mind left dazed and unsure. At the sound of her boyfriends voice asking if she is ok her mind is catapulted back to the dark hours. She looks around, almost expecting to see her invader at the stove making breakfast. Her hand holding the phone lowers, and his voice becomes cartoonish and unintelligble. She trembles for a moment then tries to concentrate.
"No." She speaks softly, but clearly and without pause. "No it won't work out and when I tell you that I don't want to work it out? Know that I mean it. I'm sorry, its not either one of us. It's simply that....we have different dreams.'
Very very carefully she hangs up the phone. She presses her back to the wall and slides down until she is sitting on her kitchen floor. As the phone begins to ring again she is wondering when he will come back. She smiles, the ringing phone no more than a slight annoyance as she remembers more details. She knows he will be back. Her dream lover. She knows and she is happy. The phone continues to ring, and she continues to ignore it.
