She Is His

As the Memories Flow

This wasn't a dream, but a memory. She is at the beginning. The sand shifted between her toes as she walked barefoot. She wore a rough cut of fabric to cover her body. Her hair styled in twist and braids. The tone of her skin was a deeper, mostly cooper color. Her eyes were the same and she searched for him. She knew her purpose, to be his companion, his ability to see and hear in the world of the mortals while he remained in their own realm. A realm that he was soon to build.

Ahead of her, stood a man looking out of a vast, empty space. His dark skin glistened in the pale light of the new existence. His black hair hung in his face in locks. He also wore a simple fabric covering, just around his waist. He modeled his image from the First People.

She walked beside him and placed her hand on his left shoulder. Turning to her, he smiled to his companion, his raven. With her free hand, she brushed his locks aside, trying to get them away from his eyes. She smiled up at him, laying her head on his chest. She could feel the beating of his heart against her cheek. His left arm wrapped her waist, pressing her closer to him.

"Here," Dream started. "We will build our world."

Jessie woke to the sound of her alarm. Shaking the sleep from her body, she realized that she was in her bedroom. She remembered falling asleep in Dream's arms on the porch swing. She thought about Dream carrying her into bed. Incredible sweet and thoughtful of him. The thought of Dream brought back the memory. Jessamy was created for him and him alone. Jessie witnessed the memory as if she, the mortal, lived it.

She wondered what more would she remember as she got ready for the day. Same outfit as every day, she donned on her body. The same route to work with the same problems there. Her day seemed so mundane. Arriving home, she itched to be free. Checking and gassing up, she pulled her single prop plane from her barn outside her house. Her empty field was her runway. Getting her nose up, she soared into the air, leaving her worries and cares on the ground.

Dream watched Jessie take off in her plane. His eyes followed as she performed simple tricks, turns and drops. It was like watching Jessamy flying in the air with the sun glinting off her black feathers. He loved to watch her; she was so carefree when she flew for pleasure.

Setting her plane down as the sun sunk low in the sky, she pulled into the barn. Closing the large door, she headed back to the house. She had done so much remodeling since coming home from the large city. Everything was now fresh and new; only where her father hung his jacket at and where her mother laid her apron had stay the same.

Under the maple tree next to the house, stood Dream. Seeing him made her heart swell. Jessamy's memories trickled into Jessie's mind today. They had faced so many things together for she was always at his side. He was always there for her, her constant for thousands of years.

Without saying anything, Jessie walked straight to him. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she laid her head on his chest. Resting his cheek on the top of her head, Dream surrounded her with his arms, pulling her closer. There together, it felt like home.

The memories flowed like water. Jessie started to have a hard time to distinguish between a memory or reality. Deciding it was best to take a sick day or two, she stayed home and meditate. Every moment, she was living Jessamy's life in her mortal body. The spirit and mind were the same. She lived through the happy times, the not so happy times, and the times that were the darkest.

*

"My son is dead, and my wife has rejected me." Dream mourned, sitting at his throne, his voice tight with emotions. Jessie was at his left side, trying to comfort him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and laid her head against his. He tiled his head towards hers, placing his hand on her arm, embrace it. She wished she could hold him tighter, take his pain and fly it far away. She wanted to fly into Hades and bring Orpheus back. It would be all in vain.

Jessie wiped the tears from her face. She was back in reality. That memory hit the hardest. She was there where Orpheus asked his father for help to bring back his wife from Hades and Dream refused. How Calliope raged and screamed for the loss of her son, blaming Dream for everything. It was so quiet as he sat with his own feelings and torment for decades. Jessamy was the silent witness and Jessie remembered it all.