Sit now and dream....

This is a story I once wrote. How I love to dream...

The tears rolled down her cheeks. She no longer tried to blink back the water in her eyes. The man in front of her became indistinguishable. She stared, thunderstruck, as he said nothing, never glanced back, never batted an eyelash, and walked out on her. What had happened? What had she done? What crime had she committed to promote such anger? She felt the café close in on her. She felt blinded. She threw down a $20 bill on the table and proceeded to run away from the staring, exposing eyes of the other people in the little shop. Where should she go now? There was no sanctuary left. She could not go home, for there were too many memories, too many reminders, of him. No place was safe, not even her own mind, where constant replays of the scene just a few moments ago rolled, the words pronounced with clarity and anger. She wanted to run, wanted to hide, but her heels would only take so much stress. She felt she was being stared down, as if the whole city knew what had happened. She quickened her pace, but her slender legs could not carry her much faster than she was moving. She still could not help but ponder her wrongdoings. What had she done to deserve this public berating? She knew she was not perfect, far from it. But still, where had this come from? What a year it had been and this was the last thing she wanted. When support was most needed, she was dropped into the oblivion that is loneliness. Every thought she had reflected back on her confrontation with him. But again, it all came back to why. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. If only she could do something. Every outlet for her, every door, had been shut. An overwhelming feeling of helplessness took over.

She dropped to her knees. Pain shot through her body, but she ignored it. Had she tripped? Had someone pushed her? Where was she? Where had her mind gone? Soft grass surrounded her as her face hit the ground. Why couldn’t she move? So much weight. A burly voice brought her back to reality. She looked into the eyes, oh those pale green eyes, of a handsome man hovering over her. His voice was thick with an Irish accent. He helped her to her feet. His dark brown hair glimmered in the sunlight. He reminded her of a Greek god, only Irish. He apologized for pushing her down. She had been walking aimlessly, but determinedly, when a domino affect had started and she was caught in the middle of it. He had dived to save her. She looked at him. Her savior, her god. She gazed at the chaos that now surrounded her. He had saved her life. She hadn’t even realized that she was in danger as she began to piece together the events of the day. She had blocked them out before, her only true and tried defense mechanism. All of the feelings came rushing back, overwhelming her senses and her body. Her knees grew weak and began to give out. The world began to fade out and grow black and suddenly there was nothing.

He looked at the beautiful creature lying in his arms. She had fainted right into him. He could not believe how sad her eyes looked as she had stared at him. What beautiful, sad eyes. He could not leave her there. It was growing dark. He carried her back to his apartment. He laid her on his sofa and tried to make her somewhat comfortable. He sat back in his chair and just stared. He could not believe an angel had fallen from heaven into his arms. He did not know who she was but that did not matter now. He felt that he had known her all his life. She stirred slightly in her sleep. He watched as her eyes slowly, then as she sat bolt upright. She gathered her bearings as he explained what had happened.

She nodded her head, just to show some recognition although none was made in her mind. She could not grasp the happenings of the day. So much, there had been so much. He tried to ask her if she was okay. She nodded as her eyes filled to the brim with tears. Oh, how could she have let so much get out of hand? Her cup had overflowed and she broke down on the handsome Irish god’s couch. He moved next to her trying slowly to calm her down. He took her into his arms and she cried into his chest. To be held by a man. She felt so comfortable with him, as if she had known him forever. She wept and he cradled her. He did not even bother to ask, for at this point words were unnecessary. He only wanted to comfort and console her now and he knew this was the only way. He let her cry. When she was finally able to stop, she looked up and apologized profusely. He told her to stop and when she tired to explain, he bent down and kissed her. It was so soft, so gentle and she welcomed it completely. She finally felt happy that day and he just kept her in his arms and so they slept, two complete strangers and yet two soulful lovers.