16 November 2012
As I nimbly cross the majestic barriers, driving my way down each curving roads towards a destiny not my own, I find that thought has left me yet unconscious. I walk into the store and sit on the couch, in wonderment my mind wandered yet didn't at all.
Funny things, dreams...
A figure passes by in a long coat, hands swallowed whole by the pockets as you give me your awkward half smile, unsure, I'm sure, whether or not to say hello or smile or hug. I breathe out a long sigh, a sigh that not only let out my exhaustion from it all, but also seemed to force out certain memories and hesitations. A dire sigh that made I, myself into the character of a memory.
We walk into the restaurant as you awkwardly stand next to me, pushing me gently in the back to order. I don't remember if I did or what I did but afterwards I do remember leaning on a decorational basket with my arm on it.
Sneaky you, as if in a leap of desperation and running through the barrier of nervousness, you hold my hand. My hand reacts with a slight jerk but being as I was, a puppet to my memories and emotions, I allowed you to.
When we left, my husk of a body went so far as to grab your arm and hug it, in which you replied with a smile and a hand to hold instead.
Funny things, these dreams... A Ching on my iPhone wakes me up...
Four Paws Foretold: Paw 2 • Opuss № I