Living the Dream

I admired the beautiful handwriting by tracing my fingers over the elegant curves. The calligraphy scrolled like the sway of a perfectly shaped feminine butt in tight jeans. I could see her walking on a metal bridge as I trailed a step behind, too entranced to even breathe. I sighed, hoarding the air into my lungs, before I went breathless again. I ran my hand over my face, entirely covering my nose and mouth then mapping the outline of my stubbled chin. I gasped, a faint scent of Lavender and Jasmine lingered on my fingers. My heart pounded with a thousand delights. Sunshine lighted the world around me and a breeze stirred the surface of a lake, goading the water into dancing with the wind like the bangs of a mischievous boy riding his bicycle on the open road.

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Climbing an immaculately manicured hill, you reached a railing where you stopped and looked at the river below. A couple of kids, more beautiful than a mecsek flower and a red rose played together. They laughed and raced and rolled on the grass. Their eyes, tranquil with content saw through you as if you weren't there. “Am I in the way?”, you asked the gorgeous little girl. She willed you to move without even nodding and followed a path laden with gold and jewels only she could see.

Rain threatened but waited. A solitary man stood by a window chasing a woman with a painfully long gaze before she disappeared behind the curb. His eyes held on precariously to the forming tears. I tossed and turned and woke up. The leather-bound notebook lay on the night table. I reached for it and peeled it open where the bookmark cleaved its pages down the middle. I read the Douglas H. Everett quote. There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are those who face reality, and then there are those who turn one into the other. Sweating but not ill at ease, I wiped my wet cheeks and smiled. Another dream, another day.


Gabriela said…
This beautiful description almost made me feel as I was there too, watching the scene. As usual, you manage to create images, convey scents and feelings with masterfully chosen words.
A nice reading for a Thursday morning.
Isobel said…
So much like a dream, Abufares. So vivid and yet so full of seemingly unconnected images. Or are they? Beautifully written, as always. Love the quote too. That appeals to the dreamer in me. :)
Abufares said…
Beautiful minds have the uncanny ability to discern the minuscules of beauty wherever they might be. I'm so happy with your gracious comments.
Abufares said…
You reminded me of the opening words of Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody:

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?

Do you really think there's a difference? Judging by what I know of you and your beautiful writing, you too belong to the 3rd type of people Everett described.

It was a real dream. Seemingly unrelated images? I leave that to your imagination. I'm sure you can fill in the blanks :-)
KJ said…
Yet another masterpiece from the old codger :) Beautifully written as always.
Abufares said…
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Abufares said…
What a sensitive guy! You always turn out in the company of beautiful women. Notice that this type of posts only makes an impression on my gentler readership. You should take advantage of that part of your personality. Many women go wild over the "sensitive" guy crap. I've even been told that a well-timed manly tear does miracles and certainly enhances your chances of getting laid.
I wouldn't know though. I've never been so desperate,... yet.

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