Where Am I
1163 Words
As I slept it was peaceful and so quiet and i started to slip into a dream.
There was a man sitting at a table with other people. He was elegant there was no other word for him. He had a set of bold Hunter green eyes. He had a set of shark bites that framed the bottom of his lush lips. He had a tattoo that lined his neck muscles like silk on a naked body. The tattoo was framed by the gorgeous skin tone he had. He had Rose Beige skin and a suit to compliment his skin tone. His suit was black with a black shirt under it and a tie that ever so elegantly hung around his neck. He had strong defined features. His facial structure was that of redefined diamond structure. Though he was elegant he had the seeming evil to him but at the same time he draws you to him like a moth to a flame.
Over the course of the last two years of my life I dream of this man. I know nothing about him. I just know he loves dark literature. Enjoys his time alone. He speaks very little but when he does his voice is like that of a sirens I am at that point at his mercy.
The last dream i had of this man we were in his study. It must have been evening. Ember light shined in through the window behind him give him the godly but yet demonic.
He sits in the armchair closest to the fireplace and reads the book "Killings Through The Eyes of A Murder". He would sit for hours reading each volume. He would then proceed to get up and look out the window and I would start to hear the clicking of heels.
That is when she appears in the library. Her name was scarlet she was like a thorn in my side but yet I didn't know why. She would just stand there with this seductive smile spread on her lips.
She had long red hair that went down past her mid back an hourglass shape body and brilliant blue eyes.
Yet every time I saw her I filled with a sort of rage. Like I knew her. Like I trusted her and she stabbed me in the back somehow.
"Well well well here you are yet again. Why don't you come out for a drink?" scarlet asks the man while smiling at him.
He simply turns to n her with a straight face and sighs "Because scarlet i wouldn't be caught dead walking into a bar with you. After all the stunts you have pulled in the last three months only the most desperate of men would go for a drink with you. Even then i doubt they would.".
Scarlet lets out a aggravated huff "It's better than being the man that wait on someone who may never come back. Your so busy waiting for her that you let every chance for a real relationship pass you by. She wasn't real open your damn eyes cause one day you will and it might be too late for you to find someone.".
She then turns on her heels and storms away. Her heels clicking liked thunder after lighting strikes.
He then turns back to the window letting the lights glow off the tears that roll down his cheeks. His tears looked like watery flames rolling down his face giving him this sad and depressing appearance.
"Maybe to you all she doesn't exist but I know she does. I can feel it. She is so close like I can reach out and touch her. One day she will be here and I will make all of you eat your words" He says in a upsetting voice.
Who is she? Why does he always talk about her like she is real? Maybe he is just a good looking crazy person.
I fade back to the current moment and watch him interact with everyone he looks focused. He has this uplifting glow to him. After a few hours a few of the guest starte to head home.
When the moon finally shines itself through the window is when the final few of his guest start to head home.
He heads to his living room pulls a glass from the table and pours himself a glass of liquor.
After he finally downs what's in the glass he takes off the suit jacket laying it on the back of the couch. He walks over to the wall puts his had on the edge while he takes off his shoes. He pairs them up then starts heading left to his bedroom. Walking up a short flight of steps he makes his way down the familiar hallway.
Its white with cherry wood floors and the occasional painting.
I follow in suit like I always did. He finally reaches his room. He stands in front of the black door. Slowly starting to enter it his room doesn't look like much but it's how he likes it.
He starts to take his tie off and i look away and stare out the window just looking at the stars. After a while of staring at the stars i go to look at him and see how he is sleeping tonight. But i wasn't welcomed by that sight no i was greeted by the sight of him staring right at me. I quickly close my eyes and start to think.
HE has never looked at me. Maybe he isn't looking at me. I am sitting in front of his favorite painting.
I start to lift my head and open my eyes only to be greeted by two hunter green eyes he is looking straight into my eyes. I feel small the more and more he stares at me. He puts both of his hand down on either side of me and leans in bring his mouth inches from my ear.
"You need to wake up" He said so softly like and angels voice.
"Wake up" He says a bit louder and this time I close my eyes giving me this sinking feeling while I fade back to reality.
I wake up and I feel cold which isn't normal at all. I put my feet on the floor and notice quickly it wasnt concrete beneath my feet. That's when i look forward an see the windows i admire so much in my dreams.
Am I dreaming...Well duh this can't be real i mean he can't be real.... Right?
I walk up to the window pressing my hands on the glass and staring out watching as the moonlights bounces off the lake in the backyard giving it this rippling effect. I start looking around when I notice something in the reflection of the glass. It was him I turned around in amazement and was looking at the person that I thought I was dreaming of.
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