A Dream.
808 Words
Kieran swiftly walked around to my side and opened the door. He took me by my waist and helped me out of his truck. Keeping his hands on my hips, he ushered me up the cobblestone path in front of my house. As I walked the winding path past my various wild flowers, I could hear the quiet chirps of the crickets dulling as we approached my front door. The fairy lights I had strung around my porch reflected the perfect amount of light on Kieran’s chiseled features. Standing in front of my door Kieran hooked into my hips and spun me around to face him.
I instinctively wrapped my hand around his neck and resumed our previous connection. He wrapped his arms around my back and lifted me off the ground, deepening our kiss. It felt.. indescribable. I could feel my body almost melt into his. Then it happened again.. a snap and he broke our connection. He put me down and turned around backing me closer to my door while putting his right arm back keeping me entirely in his shadow.
My voice barely escaped my throat,
“What’s going on?”
He cleared his throat while turning back to face me.
“Nothin .. it’s just so quiet out here..”
He shook his head slightly and reached past me to open my door which opened without resistance. I’m kind of notorious for leaving my door unlocked.. my ADHD gets the better of me most days.
“Miss Clover will you please be sure to lock your door once I’m gone?” He smirked at me while raising his left brow.
“Yes sir.”
I gave him a little salute and a wink while backing slowly into my entry way. He reached forward taking my chin into his hand and slowly stroked my bottom lip with his thumb,
“Thank you for a wonderful evening Miss Clover, can I see you again?”
I could feel the tiny sparks leave his fingers as he touched my face again.
“I think I’d like that Mr. O’Conner.. you know where to find me.”
He traced his fingers from my chin, over my shoulder and down to my hand. He then gently raised it to his lips and kissed it softly.
“Indeed I do.. now lock your doors and I’ll call you in the morning.”
I shut the door between us and turned the locks on both the handle and dead bolt. His shadow remained for a moment before his headlights peered through the stained glass window above my door. It felt like I was floating all the way to my bed. As I rummaged through my dresser drawers, I managed to find my most favorite over-sized t-shirt and an embarrassingly old pair of cheer shorts.
I couldn't be bothered to take a shower tonight, I just wanted to close my eyes and dream of Kieran.
As my eyelids closed, I pulled my fluffy black comforter up to my chin. Sleep overcame me almost immediately.
That’s when it happened. I felt a dragging weight move alongside my leg.
I was frozen.
I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t open my eyes.
I couldn’t scream.
All I could hear was low .. deep.. slow breaths.
The weight of what felt like fingers trailed up my leg towards my chest.
I thought my heart was going to burst out of it. I desperately wanted to swing my arms.. kick.. anything to get whatever or whoever was away from me. But I couldn’t.
My comforter slowly began to be pulled away from my chin exposing my neck.
PLEASE STOP!
I shout in my mind, begging my mouth to cooperate.
As if on command, everything stopped.
The breaths got weaker until I couldn’t hear them anymore.
Then everything went black.
I woke in the morning drenched in sweat. My hair was stuck to my forehead and I could feel the cool puddle I had made on my pillow.
I couldn’t make sense of what just happened. I looked around for evidence proving something or someone was in my house last night but I couldn’t find a thing.
The door was locked.
The windows are closed.
Nothing is out of place.
Did I dream it?
I’ve never in my life had a nightmare feel so.. so real.
I swear I felt that thing touching me.. but I guess that would explain why I couldn’t move.. right?
Right.
I could still feel my heart pounding through my baggy t-shirt.
I need a shower.
I look at my phone to check the time,
3:56 A.M.
You literally have to be shitting me.
I decide to give in and get up to shower anyways.
At this point, screw it.
I doubt there’s any chance I’ll be closing my eyes again tonight anyways.
- Writer
