It was dark. All you could see is a figure hovering over your body as you were laid down on your back. You can feel hands roam around your body with whispers being told. You couldn't make out what the figure was saying, but you felt that figure on you, touching you and more likely caressing you. You watch the figure bend down and start getting more closer as you feel lips on your skin, light and gentle kisses being made on your body quickly, making its way up to your lips, as you and the figure lock lips, kissing each other...
I gasp as I sit up, not knowing what was happening. I look around me, finding myself in my room. I sigh as I look down, seeing my bedsheets wrapped around me. I look next to me and see the side of my bed empty. Just to make sure, I look down at myself, and see that my clothes are still on. I close my eyes and sigh in relief. It was just a dream...
I grab my phone and check the time and realize it was already morning. So I got up, made my bed and got ready for the day as I got dressed and grabbed my things. It was a lovely Monday morning and I was off doing what I like to do, and that's drawing. Once I was set, I grabbed my stuff and headed out the door of my place and started walking to my towns most known cafe.
On my way to the cafe, I noticed the trees and the birds. I noticed nature, and made notes, so that when I drew, I knew what I was going to look for. See, I always go to this cafe, so I have this one spot, that faces right in front of the window, where I get a clear view outside. While I was walking, I couldn't stop thinking about the dream I had last night. Why would I dream something like that? Am I watching too many romantic movies? I shake the thought out of my head, as I enter through the door and walk to my spot and look outside, finding a tree or bird to draw for today. I get out my things and set it out on the table. Usually Monday mornings, no one comes to the cafe. So it's usually me some mornings. But today I had company. As I set up my pens and stencils along with my note pad to draw on, I hear the door open, and in comes in a guy. I watched him as he entered and looked around as I looked back outside the window, not making it too obvious that I was watching him. He wore a nice simple black shirt, with a green jacket over with jeans and shoes that matched his shirt. His hair, black and curly that reached up on top of his head. I looked back closely as he waited for whatever he got, and noticed his brown eyes. I eye him up and down and noticed his skin, tan, but not too tan, matched his palette in clothing. He wore rings. Index, pinkie and thumb where the fingers that occupied rings. His ring finger hand no wedding band or an engagement ring. This guy looked young. Around his 20's, maybe late 20's. I look back at my drawing pad and out the window as I stare at the tree outside, feeling that the guy was staring back at me. I hear his footsteps as he grabs his things he asked for as I turn back around and see him one last time. He noticed and looks back at me, as we make eye contact. He smiled, making me smile back. I felt something... Have I seen this guy before? He looks familiar for some reason. He makes his way out the door and leaves, walking the opposite direction to where the window was, where I was sitting.
After my morning drawing, I come back home and spend the rest of the afternoon relaxing at home, working more on my drawings but on canvases, thinking about the guy I saw earlier today. The afternoon turned to evening. And the evening turned to night, as I got ready for bed and laid down, grabbing my book and began to read, until I fell asleep.
Tuesday Morning, I wake up to the same dream I had the other night. The figure and the feeling of hands on me... I got ready again, ignoring the fact that I dreamt the same dream, and left to go back the cafe I go every morning. This time, I noticed the skies. The clouds and their shape and the color of blue. I walk in and directly and went to my spot as I do my usual morning routine, getting my supplies to draw. For some reason, I felt the need for something extra this morning, so I got a nice warm tea and pastry to compliment it. Today the cafe wasn't empty. It was fairly busy, people came in and out, and people sat around me on other tables. I hear that my tea and pastry is ready, so I get up and walk my way towards the counter as I pass people waiting in line. I see the teacup on the small china plate with my pastry and carefully grab it. When my fingers touched the plate I winced at the heat that transferred through the cup and plate. I grab the plate tighter as I carefully turned around, trying not to drop the plate while passing by the people in line. My focus was stuck on the plate as I stared at it while walking, making sure nothing spilled. I suddenly hear a voice and instantly, someone bumped into me making me shake the plate as the tea moved, spilling a bit.
