Sands of Time

Real

When I woke up I couldn't help but shake my head at the dream I hadlast night. Okay, no more going to the museum right after I had madethe meal for my blog. It wasn't a bad dream of course, but it surewas realistic. If only a mummy actually showed up in front of me as Islept. I had to wonder if I really got up and had a snack of bread,goat's cheese and honey with some tea or if that was just my dream.

Getting up with a yawn and a stretch I walked to the kitchen ready tomake myself breakfast. I was walking by the couch when somethingmoved. I had the immediate reaction that anyone would of somethingisn't right, the thing that happens when you see a movement outof the corner of your eye. I turned quickly and gasped as I saw thedirty bandages and leathery skin.

I jumped back falling back and hitting my back against something. Istarted to freak out realizing that it was happening. It all reallyhappened.

I don't know how long I had my slight freak out but when I looked upKohmus was there, kneeling before me and cooing to me in a language Idid not understand. Whether he was speaking in a language that Ididn't know or if he was and it was all hitting me at once.

But hearing his voice did calm me, and as he gently stroked my faceit had me relaxing fully. He starting pushing a bit of hair out of myface before he cupped my face and whispered sweet words to me. Itcalmed me enough that I could breathe and relax.

I don't know why it was that I was freaking out now. Maybe it was allhitting me, or I actually believed it was real now in the cold lightof day. When I was half asleep I could believe it was all a dream,not really going to happen, all of that stuff. Not now though. Now Iknew it was real.

I had a dead guy, a reanimated corpse, a zombie in my apartment. Inmy home. If that wasn't bad enough but one who was insisting I washis lover, reincarnated.

"Name, sweetheart, are you okay?" He whispered his worry clear inhis voice. It was so real, so genuine. It was going to breakhis heart when he finally realized that I wasn't her.

"I...I'm okay. I'm sorry, I just had a bad moment there." Iassured and now that I was thinking and remembering the last night.How calming he was, he obviously hadn't even tried to hurt me, and Iwas fine. I was safe. He was very kind and I had no need to fear.

Wait, of course I do. I have a reason to fear him. He was a strangerin my home, one who thought I was his lover. I had every reason to beafraid of him. But I didn't. I feel safe. Safe and sound., safer thenanything. Safer then I had ever felt before.

"Name..." he obviously wasn't convinced but didn't push as I gavehim a smile.

"Really, I'm all right. I think it was mostly just now realizingwhat had happened." I assured and stood helping him up as well."I'm going to make breakfast. Ever had oatmeal before?" I askedand his eyes crinkled in confusion.

"Oatmeal?" He asked and I giggled with a smile.

"I'll make you a bowl to try." I promised moving to the kitchen.I pulled out the oats and milk to cook.