Mini Stories

My Mystery Man

I dreamt of him, a hooded figure watching me intently.

An enchanting aura pulsed through the air. It was as if he control time itself, as I no longer heard the wind whistling past my ears. I no longer saw nor cared to see the dust in the air glide so graciously around the room. His being grasped my full attention.

His face was foggy, unrecognisable to the sight. Though, those eyes. My heart quicken. And my mind began tracing out every intricate detail and took great pleasure in doing so. I never thought or believe that eyes could be so beautiful! Spirals and complex designs were engraved onto his irises. Nothing about these eyes seemed to bore me. Every time I thought I was getting used to the idea of them, I discovered a new quality to them that I must of over looked previously. A luminous light glowed from this stranger's eyes. His light shone forwards highlighting the world with its beauty. I was captured with his enticing allure.

The people I seemed to be surrounded with daily would find this most unsettling. It would be only reasonable if I too were disturbed by him. Strangely, I found him soothing. As well as searingly dominant in the way he just stood there. Staring at me. As if I own something that held great importance to him. Maybe even something that intrigued him.

Thinking this through, this dream definitely sounds somewhat... influenced to show me a man on which I can only dream to have, somebody fake. A person so unbelievably false but yet, I can't shrug off this feeling that I know him - yes I know, a simple cliche. But these visits from my mystery man seem to be getting more frequent. And with each night that passes I become more relent on my fictional man to take away my fears. 

Some nights my mind convinces me he's real...