Dream and morning

Your dream is vivid. It’s of the past. About how Doe had come to your apartment the weekend before her wedding. About how she was asking for your advice, all the while sharing a bottle of Jack.

“So, if you’re not sure if you want to marry him…why did you accept?” You had asked halfway through the bottle.

She sighed in a drunken exaggerated manner, “You aren’t lishenng John. Itsh not that I don’t loves him. It’s…oh he…”

You had reached out to hold her hand in a comforting manner. She gasped at the contact, and looked you in the eye, her breathing getting heavy. “John…b… What it is is that…I …”

The nervousness in her eyes makes you hug her, in a slightly less than comforting manner.

It was only a matter of seconds that she looked up into your eyes and lust overcame the both of you. The night was a blur in most respects. You remember taking her into your bedroom. You remember making love to her. You remember her screaming your name, screaming that she loved you.

You had thought, at the time, that maybe this would lead to better things for the both of you. That she would call off the wedding, and decide you were the one meant for her.

But when you woke up in the morning with a splitting hangover induced headache, you found you were alone. You felt devastated, the pain in your heart indescribable. You remember that she had tried to call you numerous times over the week leading up to the wedding, but in your pain you never answered or returned her calls. Then on the day of the wedding…you decided to get drunk instead of show up.

Until three days ago you hadn’t seen her since that weekend. And until three days ago you hadn’t realized how miserable you were. You hadn’t realized how many of your plans as a kid for your life revolved around having Doe sharing your life. Of being there for each other. Riding the ups and downs of life together.

You awaken the next morning to a case of déjà vu. You are alone in Doe’s bed. Though unlike last time she couldn’t have left you. It's her apartment. The rest of your senses come online and you smell eggs, sausage and coffee.

You stretch and get out of bed, walking towards the bathroom.

After relieving yourself and washing the sand out of your eyes you make your way to the kitchen. You stop at the doorway and see Doe standing there in just an apron to protect herself from grease splatter. You look at her as the sun shines upon her skin, almost making her glow.

You step up behind her and wrap your arms around her, bringing your head down to kiss her neck. She moans at the kiss, pleased at the interruption, “MMM, I feel you’re…up.” She giggles, and tilts her head letting you kiss more of her neck.

You run your hands along her sides, gliding along her bare skin.

“Oh, stop it…at least until after we eat.”

“Alright.” You say, mockingly disappointed.