'Moon Shapes'

Chapter 5: Part 2 (Dannity)

My eyes speared open before I knew what I had said in response; or if I had just now witnessed my preempted death right there in his arms.

The familiarity of the soft grey walls now prominently in view. "Shatsa!" Collapsing back down onto my pillow. Why do dreams expertly break from the best parts?

I had to admit, this new materialized fantasy had answered some deep inner concerns of what I was un-willing to surface. I hated biggity typed guys - hell, I've dated that type; Twas an exceptionally; unpleasant, and other-worldly event that had no reasoning for repeat.

But, deny all I want, it was suddenly clear - I had to do something to get this hound away from me. But, what? Why am I the only that can perceive this fiend's true colors?

Yet, that dream was a complete reawakening. Being in those lean arms would be a delicious way to die. That certainly was strange to think. I concluded trying to whine down the spiraling my brain had fell ill to.

It wasn't just two days ago that I had met this him and yet, somehow, he's invading my dreams - biting me!

I couldn't help but laugh at myself. How about toning down the obsessive dial, Danni. He's clear coating the fact that he isn't exactly like all others. I've never first-handedly-witnessed a 'potential' to gain access acutely through dreams before; that was a new one - for me, at least.

I've got to get Nikki on board with this theory. I shouldn't have to be playing 'lawyer;' arguing my case to win 'the one's' approval - my word should all but suffice. Ugh...I need to set this aside, at least for the time being, to let myself get some more rest.

Mr. Sandman, dust me profusely - if you don't mind.

Soon enough, sleep found its way back to me.