Second Life: A Second Chance

Traître y la Fe (II)

Holding my hand tightly, he directs me swiftly around him while we move our bodies together in unison alongside the beat of the rising sun. He pushes me back and forth along the surface of the pond. We move our feet together, dipping upwards before going back to pond surface level, creating a splash amidst the pond water. I follow along with his feet, passing and avoiding the leaves and rocks that lay on the surrounding lily pads. Turning, we both spin and let go before holding hands again, moving even faster to the sound of nature's gentle breeze.

The sun rises high in the sky but it continues to leave no imprint on the changes of our combined movements. I move around him before he grabs me and twirls me around, having me move in sync with the falling fall leaves. As we both hold each other's hips, grinding almost, pelvis to pelvis, the gravity shifts, having us free fall upside down deep into the sky, yet somehow unharmed by the natural forces of the bodily heavens as we continue to move. We hold hands still as we reach the underside of the sky's clouds, moving our bodies into a new rhythm on this new surface, maintaining our focus only on each other. He picks me up off the cloud surface as my legs open slightly, positioning themselves to land back onto the cloudy surface. This is so thrilling to do. As we move ever so sexually on each other, the gravity shifts yet again, pulling us back onto the ground. We land on a large tree with a bigger than normal left branch, where we embrace a new rhythm and move delicately, moving in such a form that nothing could break the emotional bond that holds our two bodies close even when we are not having intercourse.

Holding hands and shifting our bodily movements to another, in a more faster rhythm, we stop when we begin floating together up to the sky. Heading up to the sky, nothing seems to happen to us as we freely rise in the air. I develop a sense of heavenly delight among a strong sense of excitement and lust. This feeling is unexplainable, even as we float. Soon after we begin reaching the roof of blackness that I assume is space, he approaches me, with star gazed eyes, before holding my cheeks with his hands and touching my warm lips gently and smoothly with his. He stops my feeling that was existent mid float before it happens: darkness.

Among the emptiness of the encompassing darkness, I feel a tender push pressing on my body from the outside, one coming from an unlikely source. 

"Hey sir? Are you alive?" I hear from the outside. 

Some male must be tapping gently at my right shoulder. I open my eyes forcefully and see them among the haze. The glowing red crisplies that have surrounded my face moving about, forcing I to move them away with a hand swing while the man continues to obliviously tap my shoulder. Why am I being bothered? I was having the best dream of my life as of a few minutes ago. Can I not just be left alone for a second longer? There is nothing more that I would ever want beside his touch, his feel, and his general attitude toward me and a life together. I miss and desire his general quirkiness, the way he cared for me, the way he loved me, and how much he has made me happy. I cannot take it anymore, I simply cannot. 

One loss, two loss, five loss, and so on. Everyone I love seems to have abandoned me in one way or another and I am fed up with it all. Within the thoughts that were my dreams, I realized I was never alone then, let alone watched like a lost puppy like how I am now by the strange man standing over me. David was with me in my dreams, throughout all the movement but now, while I remain awake, I have come to notice how lonely I truly am, with no one but a stranger staring at me from up close.   

The tan skinned man heavily dressed in colorful garments curiously watches over me, probably determining whether or not I am alive or am going to die. I look at him directly in his eyes, cutting off any doubts he might have had on my state of health. From the looks of his appearance, he is sporting a ripped pink jacket over a dark black shirt and on his legs, worn out and ripped blue pants. From his facial markings, he appears to be very old and seems to have graced the world at one point with a once unmatched beauty. As I focus my eyes on his surprised look, the man stops being shocked and begins to speak, specifically in upper common language.