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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