The Next Iteration

Standing still.

I was standing still when I dreamed your face to life. Time stopped, and it was just you and I. I'd know you in any life, although I can't remember how this time around.. Just that the moment you appeared, my body jolted to life, my ears rang in symphonics, and it took all the strength in my will to not lunge into your arms, weak with a passion that exploded from my heart-space. How had I forgotten, are all I've waited for... ?

"Sagha, Dear heart, I'm here. Keep going."

I jolted out of my comatose just as the voice kissed my subconscious mindspace, marking me with a noise I knew I knew, but even less able to bring it to my awareness in waking. Who was that? I mused, pondering the feelings that the mystery voice brought to my center. Perhaps my recent isolation has gotten the best of me. My day was already ahead of me, and pondering the shadows lingering in my dreams was not something I'd let myself indulge in for long. In good faith, I jotted down the "glimpses" and set the thoughts aside until my duties had found completion. My days were always linear. Wake up and make shit happen.