Wine Stained Dress

March 24th, 1861

Dear diary,
I had a dream about Karlie last night. It was so strange. It was a short dream, but I remember every detail about it. We were in the field together, just standing there. Karlie was wearing a white dress, and I was wearing the dress she gave to me. Neither of us said anything, we were just staring at each other. Karlie smiled, and that's when I woke up. My heart was pounding, and it was difficult for me to catch my breath. I don't know what is happening to me, but I can't stop thinking about her.

    "Hurry up or you're going to make us late for church!", Calvin barked. Taylor took a deep breathe and continued brushing her hair. Calvin huffed and walked downstairs. Taylor looked at herself in the mirror of her dressing table. Her eyes were incredibly blue this morning, like sapphires. She got up to put her dress on. The dress Karlie had given her. Taylor touched the fabric of the dress, and it made her heart race. Images of Karlie flashed in her mind. They way she smiled at Taylor, the way her emerald colored eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun. Taylor shut her eyes and tried to come back to reality.

    Taylor took off her dressing gown. She stood there, naked in front of the dress. Again, her mind was flooded with thoughts of Karlie. Although, this time, the thoughts were different. She imagined what it would be like if Karlie were if front of her, instead of the dress. She imagined how Karlie's hands would feel as they ran up and down her back, shoulders, and neck. Taylor closed her eyes, but this time it was to avoid coming back to reality. 

    Without really realizing it, Taylor's hands began to move down her body. Her right hand made its way between her legs. Taylor inhaled sharply. Calvin was almost alway too drunk or angry to pleasure Taylor in any way, so the stimulation felt somewhat foreign. With her eyes still closed, her left hand groped her breast. The thought of Karlie doing this to her drove her wild. Taylor let out a soft moan. She was right on the edge, but the sound of footstep on the stairs caused her to abruptly stop.

    Calvin banged on the door and yelled at Taylor to hurry up and get ready. The sound of her husband's voice startled her. Suddenly, Taylor realized what she had just been doing. And who she had been thinking about. The room began to spin and Taylor had to sit on the bed for a moment to compose herself and catch her breath. 

    "Oh my God..", She said, choking back tears. "What is happening to me? I can't see her again. This is crazy.", Taylor thought to herself as she stood up to finish getting ready. She took a deep breath and slipped the dress on, trying to clear the thoughts of Karlie out of her head. Taylor put her shoes on and made her way down the stairs.

    "I can't see her again. I can't see her ever again. I have to stop thinking about her. This isn't right.", Taylor thought to herself. Her hands were shaking. 

    "Why are you so flushed? Are you sick?", Calvin asked. His tone was more angry than concerned. Taylor looked at her husband standing by the door, coat in hand. She realized that she hadn't even checked herself in the mirror before coming downstairs. 

"Uh, no. I was just.. um.. trying to get ready as quickly as I could! I guess maybe I worked up a sweat." Taylor nervously smiled at Calvin, trying to act as normal as she possibly could. Her hands began to shake even more. She put them behind her back to try to hide her nervousness. Calvin glared at her then walked out the door. Taylor shut her eyes and choked back her tears.