It has been months since the last time he got to be with her. Her smell still lingered with him. He can see her so clearly though. Laying back in bed, closing his eyes and reaching for where his finger tips would caress her cheek. So clearly. Yet he is met with no warmth. No sense of touch. She was gone.
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Peter rolls to his side, pulls his pillow in closer to smother away the ache. "What happened." He thinks laying in the darkness, the final picture of her frozen in his mind.
After meeting the girl of his dreams, Peter woke up. He did not want to, nor did she. He had to. It was after all a dream, albeit a magnificent unexplainable reality sort of dream.
Tomorrow it is back to drudging at work. "How? Why? Why not leave? How?" , the questions started to play their loop in his mind.
Finally drifting off to a dreamless sleep. His mind toyed with him and he saw her coming towards him once again.
"My future, where are you?" She might have said, Peter could not know. His heart raced only to be stopped in its tracks, as sleep overwhelmed him, her image faded but the anxiety remained.
Peter toiled away at sleep, the ache in his chest building as the void expanded, wishes and wants gnawing at his heart.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeeep.
The alarm seemingly screeching. "Urrrgh. Tomorrow already." Peter groans as he wakes up.
more will be added soon, as things tend to go around this Christmas period. A person needs to nip time where you can. Fortunately that provides some time to think more on where everything might be going. I definitely am not so sure what the secret is, and is the first Gift this story itself?