The bed sheets are damp with sweat. The muggy, warm air offers no relief. I unwrap myself and lie on top of the duvet. This weather has to break soon.
It isn’t just the close atmosphere that has made me sweat. I had been dreaming of her again. Vague images of my dream come back to me as I lie in the dark.
A summer’s day. A field of purple. She’s wearing a white dress, translucent in the sunlight. She dances with a flower in her hair: ethereal, light and shimmering. Her smile beckons and delights.
I close my eyes and see her again. Reaching out for her, feeling her soft skin as she takes my hand.
Lying together in the long grass, feeling the warmth of the sun and her touch, our bodies side-by-side.
Birdsong. Daylight pours in through the curtains. Another night has drifted away, and so, once again, has she.
In the distance, there is a rumble of thunder and the first spots of rain hit the window. The weather has finally broken.
This is a response to the #writephoto Prompt: Dream curated over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. Click on the link to read other stories inspired by the image.
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Lovely, as always.
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Thank you so much Kylie
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You’re welcome.
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It’s a great day when Iain Kelly posts! Beautiful… always
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That’s the nicest comment ever! Thank you so much Beck 🙂
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A lovely dream… though thee is an implied sadness there too, perhaps, as the sky weeps.
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Yes, a hint of something lost perhaps.
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A beautiful dream.
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Thank you 🙂
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You’re welcome Iain
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Such a vivid and descriptive post! Loved reading it. 🌸
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Thank you, much appreciated
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Love this! ❤
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Thank you so much Penny
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Wonderful Iain.
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Thanks Di
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Lovely!
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Thank you 🙂
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Extremely well written, Iain. Beware of the women of dreams though, remember what happened to Winston and Julia in 1984 by George Orwell [wink].
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I re-read that recently. Poor Winston, totally out of his depth by the end! Thanks Robbie 🙂
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This is an excellent take Iain so evocative and dream like. I feel a love lost but hopeful still. Maybe she is downstairs making tea or coffee. You took the theme and flew it like a kite.💜💜
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I like your positive attitude, I hope you are right 🙂
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Me too 💜💜
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You always cram a lot into a little, Iain
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Thanks, I try to keep the blog stories short, which can lead to some inevitable cramming in! 🙂
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A beautiful dream, Iain. I hope it comes true for you.
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Thanks Kim
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Pretty gorgeous.
A suggestion? I’d break the last two lines into seperate paragraphs. Let the hard stop force the loss.
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Thanks for the suggestion Craig
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A simply beautiful piece Iain
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Thank you so much Keith
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