My fingers tapped away on the keyboard as you sighed soundly in your sleep.
The words burned into the back of my eyes became images as they were brought to life with the stroke of a key. I am with you but far away, lost in the world behind my eyelids. You tossed and turned as you walked on the other side; what you dreamed of I wondered when I watched you fall asleep initially. Now, those thoughts are gone and I danced with the tales being spun on the wheels of my imagination. The light from my desk lamp cast a bright ray of light across my table, illuminating my immediate area, dark enough for you to ride the waves of slumber but bright enough to light the path for my eager fingers as they moved to the tune of creation urgently pouring out of me. I had been casting spells and making lives here at my desk for an hour until I heard the sheets ruffle and the softest sigh that brought me back.
“Mel”.
I turned around when you whispered my name; light in my eyes so I could not see you but I knew exactly how you looked half asleep. Your eyelids will be droopy, and half shut to hold on to the strings of your sleep—it is not morning yet, your head still resting on the pillow but your body is waiting for mine, poised in wonder at my absence. I said no words and switching off the desk lamp, I moved to you, found you, and merged into you. Our bodies met and I am here with you fully, all of me, mind, body and spirit.
You buried your head in the crook of my shoulder as you wrapped your arms around me. A soundless sigh escaped and just as quickly as you came awake, you fell right back to sleep. I almost thought I dreamed you call my name, and the last hour writing never happened. I shut my eyes and felt your body rising to the rhythm of your breaths. In, out, in, out…till we were in sync then we weren’t. I ran my hands across the rise of your buttocks, cupping it lightly where it meets your thigh. I feel the slight bumps and bruises on your arms, scars that have stood the test of time and tell their own tale.
Feeling your body on mine, rubbing my hands over your skin… I lost track of time and place, getting lost in the softness and smoothness of your skin. Your head rose and you kissed me fiercely. Without missing a beat I kissed you back, tongues dancing in and over each other as our bodies seemed to become one, all over again, in a different way.
The alarm rings loud and jerks me awake—the pen in my hand falls and I bang my head on the table trying to catch it in my sleep fueled haze. I wipe the drool off my cheek, as I slowly make sense of my surroundings. I am not in bed with you, no, rather I am at my table where I recall sleeping off while I penned my journal entry for the day. The alarm keeps blaring; a quick look at my phone and I remember that I have a Zoom meeting in fifteen minutes.
Sighing, I rise and shut off the alarm. My heart is heavy and I close my eyes as I yearn to feel your touch one more time—holding on to the sensation that is you in my dreams.