A Shared Dream

While mindlessly wandering the collective of stories, pictures, videos, and history of the collective mind that is social media, i froze. Who was this striking beauty that i feel i have known for eons? Why did the supple curve of her lips remind me of home, of a time when reality ceased to exist, and it was only the two of us as one. I could feel her body pressed against mine, a body that, despite only seeing her face, I could almost conjour the image of. I could faintly smell the scent of her subtle shampoo, feel her breathe warm my face. Her piercing, knowing eyes seemed to bore into me, shattering the hard iron around my heart with ease, a feat that no single creature had been able to accomplish before.

Those eyes, they spoke to me, they told me a story of physical pain, of heartbreak, of mischief and conspiracy, and a grand tale of the cosmos. They recited both infamous prose and an unwritten tale all at once. Before i knew what was happening i hit send and at that exact moment, i received a message from her that mirrored mine perfectly. "I know you. Like a baby knows how to breathe without being taught, but yet, i cannot place how we could have met."

*****This is a work in progress, and also my first stab at actually writing something other than for school or speech. I already know pretty much exactly how this story will go, i just need to throw in more to fill in blank voids and slow/boring parts.*****

Hey guys, Kyle here. So this story came to me in a dream. Just so happened to be the first dream I've had in several years, at least the first dream that my brain hasn't blocked out in years. If you like this glimpse of what it will be, let me know. So strap in, and let me take you for a tour of my vivid imagination!!! And remember, keep your hands inside at all times. I know, I know, it's tempting to reach out and grasp onto what my imagination has conjoured up, but you may end up regretting it. Ok, enough of this weird rambling. ENJOY!!!