Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Safety

You and I are driving in a black Bentley. We're driving down familiar roads with three others in the car. One being a mutual friend, another my cousin, and the last my brother but 13 years younger.

In my dream I knew we were driving to the beach and I was responsible for my infant brother. We arrived at a two level house with four bedrooms on the top floor. Each bedroom contained at least two beds. My friend and cousin were lost in the house and my baby brother was fast asleep.

I placed him in another room in a cradle and You and I found another room with one bed. As I heard the rest of my family start to fill each room in the lower half of the house, I laid down. You laid down next to me and moved in close. He put a bare arm around me and I took in that smell. The intoxicating smell filled my nostrils and my eyes teared up. He looked down at me with those brown eyes that got me every time and pulled me closer.

We laid there for what felt like forever. I cried the whole time and he just held me. Neither or us said a word in fear that we would ruin the moment. You leaned his head down and kissed my forehead. I looked up, make up running from my green eyes. I stretched my neck as far up as I could and he met my lips in the little space that was left between us. Our bodies were entangled together and our lips were finally met. You placed a hand on my face and he kissed me deeper. His lips filled me with love and warmth. My tears stopped and I looked up at him.

Our eyes were locked and for the first time, my lips curved up into a smile.

I woke up once again with the feeling of his arms and body wrapped around mine. At this point, I've picked up that the less I move the longer the feeling will stick with me. I tried to close my eyes to go back to sleep, but my alarm kept screaming at me that I wasn't allowed to be this happy until the 30th. I got my little taste. That would get me through the following few days.

I still laid there not moving, taking in every feeling that I was left with.

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