"K y r i e e e . . . " I hear a quiet, drawn out whisper.
I turn my head to see who called my name. I expected to see someone behind me, but there wasn't anybody there.
'Strange. I could have sworn...' my thought drifting away as I look on.
"M y K y r i e..." I hear it once more.
My heart beginning to pound, I turned again. Searching for the voice who, now I was certain, called my name. No one stuck out, so I started scanning the room. Panic slowly seeping in about this mystery voice. My breathing quickens and I can feel my palms begin to sweat. My eyes start darting around, trying so hard to find who spoke my name.
*Gasp* I stopped. I had to double take to see what had caused my breath to hitch. It was him. It had to be. My soulmate!
The second I realize this; I am instantly calm, and I wake up. I lay there stunned. I finally saw him. That means he's near. I jolt to a sitting position.
"He's here! Somewhere. But here!" I whisper excitedly to myself.
I begin thinking of our past lives. Sifting through the many variations of ourselves. Seeing a piece of our first selves in all of them.
'I have finally found you. My love. My Tobias.'
With my head still fogged by my memories, I meander about my house getting dressed and ready for the day in auto-pilot. I finally snap out of it when my brain realizes I'm about to leave my house with only one shoe on, no keys and my brush stuck in my hair. I groan to myself, turn around and begin to untangle the brush. After a couple minutes, I manage to free it and re-brush my hair.
'Okay, now my shoe.' thinking as I sit to pull it on.
'And now my keys.' grabbing them.
I leave my house, lock my door and begin to wonder where I was going. Quietly,
"What did I need to do today?"
'Ah, yes.' I think as I head to my car.
I needed to pick up the bookcase I had to order yesterday. Lucky for me, they just had to bring one from another store.
'Oh, that reminds me.' I think, remembering the bookstore by the coffee shop.
It would be great getting some new books to add to my collection. I head off to the furniture store and collect my bookcase. I return home to drop off my new purchase and walk back out to the bookstore. I decide to first stop and grab a cup of coffee.
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Her Fire
RomansaEvery few years, I move to a new town. I typically spend two to three years in a place and if I don't have the dreams, I leave. This has been the way of my people for eons. The women move around, searching. The men, however, have long ago, lost the...