A Dream?

            The cool cement was rough against my bare feet as I walked alone in darkness. The normally brilliantly decorated sky was covered by a thick layer of clouds and the streetlights stood out in harsh comparison.  The sprinkling rain enveloped me, eventually soaking m through, but I didn't mind.  A firefly blinked in and out of existence across the street.  Standing still for a moment I closed my eyes and listened.  I don’t think anyone realizes, but the forest is just as alive at night as it is in the day.  It seemed to whisper to itself as the gentle breeze moved through the branches and dropped dew from their leaves.  There were two frogs by the pond harmonizing with the crickets.

As I opened my eyes, I noticed a tall figure in the shadows.  I hesitated to call out to him; how dare I interrupt the night?  How could I?  I didn't belong here I belong in the light.  Instead, I took a few steps closer standing under the streetlamp.  In turn, he stepped forward revealing himself.  His hair was dark brown and curled about his ears.  His eyes were a darker shade yet they seemed to twinkle as brightly as the stars absent from the sky.  “I have never seen a girl more beautiful,” his voice whispered to me.  “Please tell me you are not an angel, or else I would have to lose you to God.  But you must be, for surely a mortal as beautiful has never existed.”

“I assure you,” I told him, “I am completely mortal.  But are you?  I fear my heart may be deceiving me and this is all a dream.”

“No, my love, I am real,” he said taking my hand.  Placing my other on his cheek, I stared deep into his eyes.

“My God, you are real,” I whispered beside myself.  I have often dreamed of men like him only to be heartbroken when I awoke.  His free arm had draped itself across my hip and his hand rested against my lower back.  I could feel a tingling sensation through the fabric of my dress where his hand touched. 

Pressing himself closer to me, he smiled, his eyes taking in my face.  Leaning his head down towards me, he stopped inches from my lips as if asking permission.  I raised my head towards him in response, and he brought our lips together in gentle caresses. 

We stood under that light and talked together the sky stared to lighten and I told him I needed to go.  “But I must see you again!” 

“Walk me home,” I said smiling up at him, and he gladly followed.  Our hands fit together like puzzle pieces, I noticed as we walked up my driveway.  I told him to wait at the door as I snuck in to find a pen.  He didn't said a word as I wrote my number on the palm of his hand.  “Will I see you soon?” I asked.

“Absolutely.”  He leaned down for one last kiss before running off back into the shadows.

I shrink away from turning the light on now, for it means the night is truly over, but if I do not write this down I fear I will wake again only to find a broken heart.  I will see you soon my love.  Soon.