A Dream of A Dream: Him and Her.

She sleeps so soundly, he thought putting the parking brake on. He had driven the two of them up to Morgan's Corner because of it's distinct silence.

For her, he picked a quiet spot. Only for her.

The moon still shone brightly, early in the morning. The moonlight splashed onto his face, and it appeared to glow, accenting his natural beauty. The car was dark, the park was dark, and the sky was darker than dark, but the feeling he kept getting everytime he turned to look at the sleeping girl? It shone brighter than silver in the sun. The radio sang softly, well below the sound of the early bird's cooing.
"...bend and break with the light," it sang. "As we rise one last time..."

He fell back to his chair, sighing as he hit the cushion. Even her steady breathing is beautiful, he thought. "Heh," he mused. "So this is what it's like to be whipped, huh?" He let out a long relieved sigh, listening to her innocent breathing. Then her innocent breathing stopped. He closed his eyes and smiled at the wind shield.

"You okay there, Little Bird?" he said to her.
"Mmmm..." was her response. Cute and innocent, just how he likes her. How he loves her.

He crawled into the back and sat on the carpet to look at her face. He could see her beautiful eyes shining in the dark, and the line that is her mouth turn into a crescent smile. All he could do was smile right back at her.

"Hey," she said with a sleepy innocence that drove him crazy.
"Hmmm... hey you," he whispered.
"We at school now?" she asked wearily.
"No," he responded quietly. "It's still 6."
"What...?" she said with exhausted surprise. "Why... I thought you picked me up at 5:30..." she tried to pick herself up, but he put his hand on her shoulder. She felt herself melting under his touch, and she surrendered to the weakness he gave her.

"Hardly any traffic," he replied.
"Hmmm..." she sighed in understanding. "So where are we now? It's nice... and quiet..." she trailed off.
"Morgan's Corner," he said dreamily.
"Ah," she said with teasing enthusiasm. "I hear it's haunted here."
"Hmm, well I'll be sure to save you from those ghosts," he said jokingly. She giggled at him, adoring him. After a brief silence, he said in a serious tone: "I'll never let anything hurt you..."

An awkward silence floated in the air, and he suddenly felt like a fool. The feeling washed away when she took his hand and lay her cheek on it. He felt jolts of mixed emotions shoot up his arm and into his heart.

She felt it too.

He succumbed to his feelings and lowered his face to hers. "Move in, Little Bird."

She smiled and scooted inwards to the back of the seat, and he squeezed himself to lay with her. They lay there, facing each other, nose-to-nose. And when he felt her breath on his lips, he surrendered to her.

"You drive me crazy," he said dreamily.
"Hm," she smiled innocently. "You say that like a bad thing."
"Oh," he said in a monotone voice. Then they laughed together, enjoying each other's warmth of their breath. Both seemed at loss with words, and both seemed to try to find something to say. Her free arm found it's way around the side of his waist, and his heart beat loudly in his ears.

"So," she said softly. Her voice became so innocent, it was seductive, nearly intoxicating to him.

And without thinking, he kissed her.
And she kissed him back.

That moment seemed to last forever, but too short at the same time.

"So... what?" he said, imploring her to continue.
"So..." she said softly, "What should I make of this?"
"Of what," he asked knowingly.
"Of this," she whispered, and she kissed him again.
"Mmm," he said breaking the kiss. "I think it's save to say... the feeling is mutual."
"Hmmm," she sighed and smiled brightly at him. "Of course it is."
And she kissed him again.


Editor's Note:
There's something about my dreams. Ugh, they're so lucid it's almost scary.
T_T Dream April 18th, 2008.

Plaintive Poetry

Does it ever bother you,
That your tears suddenly turn to blood
When they fall on my shirt?

Beyond all the lost smiles, it lies hidden
Grief, covered in dust
Smothered with the lies you thrust upon me

Now we realize what's been done, far too late.

I'm sorry, there's no stopping it now
I'm doomed to die. That's just the way it has to be.
But you;ll be fine, just turn your head
the other way, like you usually do.

Does it ever bother you,
That I cringe at your very touch
When you lean over to hug me?

The truth has been long lost
In the abyss of fabricated words
and fake people
Drowned, defiled beyond repair.

Now we realize what's been done, far too late.