Living Within The Unknown

Chapter 9 Haunted Night At Cypress Hill

She had gotten home early tonight. The hotel had calmed down the pool closed at 11:00 pm. When she thinks early for her is about 2:00am after the bar in the hotel closed.

There was a novel she had seen in the library last time she was in there. that she wanted to take another look at. With everything shifting in her life she wanted something to get into that would take her mind off of everyday life and keep her grounded or at least make her feet feel as though the floor wasn't being ripped out from under her feet.

She climbed the first flight of stairs the library was on the 2nd floor of five. Most of the bedrooms were on the 5th floor including hers. She opened the door to the library she'd only been in it a few times and every time it takes her breath away. The walls were painted lavender half way up and then white on top with splotches of pink and lavender on them that someone had done with a bath puffy. The border was white with glittery purple roses all the way across it. The carpet was also lavender. The shelves were pure white. There was an antique stepping ladder down with brown stain on the corner. Books of all Genres filled the shelves. There was a huge fireplace done in purple and pink glitter to match the border. Wood was cut and placed inside and there was some on the side of the fireplace in a white bin. It had an electric ignite so that all you had to do was push a button and it sparked up the wood.

The print on the white couch was done in deep purple, lavender, and a lighter purple (that was sparkly) large roses.

The coffee table and end tables were. designed in white with roses painted on them to match the decor.

This room was magnificent. There's also a Latte maker in the corner with coffee mugs and a small sink made into a ceramic tiled cabinet. Also equipped with a blender in case you wanted iced coffee. Whipped Cream, Bailey's, and Kahlua. The ceilings were vaulted with a skylight panel, lavender panel, skylight panel, and pink panel. Although the room was on the 2nd floor it was designed off the side where the light could shine through. Sunrise and sunsets were beautiful. On a clear night you could gaze at the stars above it was amazing room to get lost in a story.

As Camille made her way to the ladder she was already yawning from the long day. The excitement of knowing this new Corey pulsating through her veins. She had it bad and she had only met him once.

She went over to the Fantasy Section and picked out a book called Loving You Is Magical. By Author Tambra Satoe. It was about Fairies and Dragons. How easy it is to fall in love with someone totally different from you in every way.

Camille made herself a Latte, started a fire in the fireplace, and then stretched out on the couch to read.

Once she is comfortable she opens the book and begins to read. She doesn't even worry about being in that big house all alone. She can feel Corey's presence watching over her and as she thinks this last thought her mind begins to wander off to the new guy she just met.

In her head She knows that it can't be him but her heart is telling her that it is. His memory is still so strong in her mind. She's been talking to a ghost for Christ sake every night and day since his death.

He was her world and she was his. A connection and love like theirs is the kind that every single person wishes for, but only a handful get to experience. It was like their mind, soul, and body open up and a light shines in blessing and binding the two of them together entwining their hearts so that even death can't tear them apart.

She feels awake when she gets up to go to their room. When she leaves the library and starts off toward her room she sees Corey at the bottom of the stairs. Corey's finger is telling her to follow him up. She starts the decent up the stairs then she hears Corey's voice all around her, "I am him and he is me."

Camille looks around her and then up the stairs he is still in front of her motioning her to follow him to their room. He disappears into thin air. She increases her speed yelling, " Please don't leave me Corey."

Once upstairs she opens their bedroom door and he is setting naked at the end of their bed.

He comes to her and begins to help her remove her clothes. He slides his hands. slowly down her arms. He links their hands together and pulls them up and over their heads and then he pulls her body As close to him as he could get. She didn't have to look down she could feel his erection beneath her. He gently kissed her lips she could feel herself becoming warm and moist from every kiss and every touch. She looked at his naked body standing in front of her and it had been so long and she wanted him so badly. He kept it slow with her. He pushed her back into the bed and she could see their bodies entwined as she looked up at the mirrors above the bed. He knew she liked to watch the two of them make love so he turned on their lights on the headboard of the bed. He caressed her body from her head to her toes. He began kissing her breasts and she grabbed a hold of his ass and moaned. She wanted to take him in. Soon he thrust himself into her and the more he stroked up and down the more she moaned and purred until she was just about to reach her c****x. He rode it out until she was ready and then they climaxed together. They knew each other's bodies so well. He climbed off the top of her and collapsed next to her on the bed. She assumes that she has fallen asleep and is dreaming. Then she hears, "I am him and he is me."

Finally she gets her chance to ask him what he means by that.

He turns his head towards hers and tilts her chin up ever so gently so that she is looking directly into his eyes, "I mean I am him and he is me. When you go out with him you are out with me. He disappears and her eyes fly open.

That is the most vivid dream I've ever had. Then she looks around her what am I doing in my bed? An even my important question would be the next one. How did I get here? After mulling it over in her head for a few minutes she remembers. No it must have been a dream. The sheets under her were wet fresh like someone had just made love she would know that scent anywhere it was her Corey's.

The window was opened about halfway and she could feel the warmth caress her naked body.

     Just then she looks down and realizes she has no clothes on.  She looks over the side of the bed 2 piles of clothes.  The ones she was wearing and the ones he was wearing when she saw him on the stairs.

     Camille and Corey enjoy watching how they pleasured each other when love making so they had mirrored ceilings in with the skylights in their room.  There were shelves on the back of their bed was sconces with lights in them she turned on one of the lights behind her and plopped back down on their bed. If his clothes were not enough to prove to her this was all not a dream.  On one of the mirrored sections of the ceiling in permanent marker it read, "I am him and he is me.  When you are out with him you are out with me."

     Then she passed smooth out.  She must have slept for hours.  That was the best nights sleep she had in a while.  When she awoke nothing had changed. Writing still on the ceiling.  Clothes still piled up by the bed on the floor.  She now felt as though he was gone.  Like his way of letting her know he will always be with her no matter where her life takes her.  Giving her the last gift he could give her himself.