Two Eyes Down

My dream and my nightmare

"Hey babe." I look up, seeing Demi's smiling face hovering over me. She and I are still naked from last night. I smile at her, turning on my back to face her. She giggles and caresses my face before giving me a soft and slow kiss. I move my lips with hers, allowing her fingers to run through my hair, as my hands clutch her hips. Our interaction escalates quickly, or at least on Demi's behalf it does. It seems like ever second she slides her hands down just a little. I try to ignore her slight hunger but have to stop it when her hands start to grope my ass.

"Demi, baby, come on. No, I have to go today."

"Come on, Natie bear, just a quicky. I'll help you in the shower..." She teases with a smile. She's persuasive I'll give her that, but once was enough, once was hard enough, but it still isn't enough. This is what I've been fearing, this right here, is why I think sex too soon is a no no.

Demi sucks on my neck and I yelp in surprise and pleasure, but I muster the strength to gently push her off. Then I sit up, finding a clean shirt in my draur, I don't hear Demi's bare feet on the floor to prep myself for her arms to not only wrap around my waist but forcefully lift me. I close my eyes on reflex so I don't see the impact I'm expecting. Instead, I feel the soft linens of the bed envelope me. So I open my eyes to see hazel eyes looking back at me. She stood between my spread legs, bending over to kiss me forcefully.

"I'll be gentle baby girl. I promise."

I felt her thighs move slightly back and I started to cry. Not because I was scared, I was terrified, but the fact that I am kicking her hips back. I am watching as she tumbles backward, knocking over a glass vase of thorny roses off a table. My mouth is agape by the time the flower fall and cut up her skin as the fall over and under her. The glass gets a little momentum, sliding a little before crashing against Demi's skull. I was sure I just accidentally killed my girlfriend and sobbed into my hand. But she wasn't dead, instead she got up, standing on a rose stem and glass shards and whispered my name once.

I was crying heavily, my breathing was backed up from all the choking sobs the I thought I was going to drown. I couldn't even move. I could just watch as tears trickled down her face, parallel to the blood streaks.

"Baby?...babe...Natalie?" She asked. She was still crying, but her voice didn't match her expression. Sh sounded fine, but she looked...I can't even say.

"Natalie, baby please come on!"

I jolt up at the sound of her worried cries. I look around, but only find darkness. I don't have to wonder very long where Demi is though, because her hands grab my shoulder and I fall into her bare chest. Her skin is soft, comforting me like a blanket from my early childhood. She still smells the same, like strawberries and vanilla, plus her natural scent. I don't know what it is, but it reminds me of fresh cut grass. She suddenly pulls me back, cupping my face with her hands.

"What's wrong baby girl, you had me so scared. What's going on. Talk to me it's okay."

I didn't know I was crying until Demi's thumb grazed my cheek, that made me notice the pain in my throat.

"I'm fine, i forgot my medicine again, that's all." I started to stand, but Demi's fingers grabbed my waist and I fell into her lap.

"You're not fine. You were screaming bloody murder until I awoke you. Please, tell me what's going on, I won't make fun."

I didn't say anything, I just started to cry again, the image of Demi's bleeding head and the tears streaming down her face was enough to make me want to jump into oblivion. Demi slowly released her arms from around my frail body. I whimper, but she kisses my lips quickly and pats my back mumbling about my medicine before the bed fully lifts.

Even if it was just a minute she was absent, the buzz of the bathroom light made me truly feel how far away she was. The sheets were already losing her hear and I gathered the sheets to cover myself and feel at least a little like she's still here. Even when she's in the room, I miss her if we aren't physically connected.

"Here you go." Demi says, placing two pills into my hand. I pop them into my mouth and Demi's thumb gently opens my mouth with my chin, slowly dripping water into my mouth so I can swallow the tablets. I swallow. Nodding in thanks as I feel the bed shifts to her movement to remove the glass from her hand. "You want to talk about it?"

"You and I were. We were in bed and you- you just came up and tried to- to start things and I said not but- but you still tried to do it. I pushed you and was trying to ignore you but y-you and I pushed you harder and y-ou fell and there was glass and and roses and blood-"

She held me as tears ran down my face faster. She probably thought I was scared of her doing that. I wasn't. I was scared of seeing her like that. Bleeding, crying and whimpering my name in a helpless plea. If that ever happens when I can see I swear I'll- holy shit I have surgery later.

I'll be able to not only hear, smell, feel, and taste, but see what this world is like. I've wanted this since I could dream, yet now that it's happening, I'm choking. If what happened in my dream actually occurs, I'll have to see it. I'll have to live with the sight of my Demi because of me.

Demi lays me down and tucks me in, wrapping her arm around my waist as she sneaks behind me and pulls me to her.

"Get some sleep love, you don't have very long."

"I'm not sure if I want to-" I stop myself from continuing, but it was too late. Demi knew what I said.

"I know you think that now, but trust me. You've always wanted this. You always talk about how bad you want to see...anything! So, you won't back down. I know it. I'll be right there waiting for the doctors to unwrap your head. I can't wait to see you staring back at me and know what you're looking at."

I turn in her arms and cuddle into Demi's neck. "Yeah. You're right."

"As usual."

We giggle and I soon fall asleep in my girlfriends arms. I was safe, but scared, nervous, but excited. Conflicted in nearly every way, but I think I'll be okay. I'll have the naked girl enveloping me right now by my side through it all.

At least she says so. I'm trying my hardest to believe that, and I'm starting to, but I'll never fully put faith in that statement.

She's the girl of my dreams, so believe me, I want to, but she's also the girl of my nightmares.

No one trusts a nightmare to be their saving grace.
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