Ten, nine, eight, seven, six……Why do seconds take so long when you are waiting? She said she would be here at three o’clock. Just a few seconds more.
My dream, my angel.
Well, yes actually; both. An angel that appears in my dreams. Her last visit was only a few hours ago in my waking-dream time and she said she would return when I was fully awake – now! at three this afternoon.
Warm air drifts past my neck and the hairs rise on my arms. I am sweating and my eyes start peering around, popping out of the sockets. Nothing except the feeling and expectation of more.
I feel a touch where no one except me has touched before. I see no one. Nothing. But I feel the presence.
Close my eyes, focus internally, back to dreamtime.
The touch becomes firmer, almost a grasp, and I am responding. I smile and squint through tight lids.
A golden aura, crimson and silver wings from the clean uncluttered shoulder line. Blond hair falling around the neck. Blue eyes looking directly into mine. The lips, oh those lips. I lean forward to meet them and the draft of air increases to a breeze. I am drifting before it with no power of my own, losing all. Feeling the lips. A sigh behind draws my attention and I glance back seeing my own image.
The breeze increases. I am gone.
Words © Ron Dickerson
Image from domdeen at FreeDigitalPhotos.Net (we will use it again later, for some haiku by Jo!)