Open Her Eyes #shortstory #microfiction

by moondustwriter, posted in microfiction

She had a dream every night; it was a sweet dream. She would be caught  in the ferocity of the sea or the quiet majesty of the mountains. Strong arms would wrap themselves around her.

A soft whisper, “I have found you ” would penetrate her heart.

He would turn her so she was facing him. With one finger he would tilt her face to the heavens. His lips would caress her forehead, graze her nose, and rest on her moist lips. His touch would send signals through the core of her body. She would return his warm touch with her own soft nuzzling. Her tongue would lightly graze the edges of his lips …

The dream always ended there.

When she awoke there were the remnants of tears on her cheeks.

“It’s always the same. The worst dream is better than my my best reality. Why do I need to ever awaken?”

“Who is this man? What does he want from me; what can I give to him?”

The next night she was on the back of a horse; a man on another horse would race toward her swinging her into his arms as the horse lunged forward. The rider would urge his horse to graze as he opened her eyes to the beauty of the dew laced meadow. His hands would comb through her dark hair causing a surge of ecstasy. His lips would always rest on hers; his hands would hold her possessively. Her eyes would search the contours of his face for something wrong; it was ~ perfect.

The words “I love you” would be balanced on his lips but not quite uttered before the dream dispersed.

Her heart, during the day, would try to break from the absence of this man in her dreams. Would she ever find this man she yearned for in reality? Would she feel the warm pressure of his lips against hers? Was she cursed by a man who loved her in a dream? She started to fight the dream to yell at the dream.

“I will not succumb to you any longer. You cause pain in the waking hours and only whisper promises of ecstacy in the night glow. Go away!”

And so they drifted away.  The dreams became more of a thought. The dreamer walked in a daily cold, stark reality.

“What have I done?” she mourned. “Now my waking and my sleeping bring pain.  Is death the only freedom from this?”

She went to sleep that night trying to evoke the dream. It was a vapor not willing to be recalled.

One day she allowed herself to dance in a meadow she had discovered. Hours seemed to pass. She laid on her blanket; the warmth of the day lulled her  into a dreamless sleep. She smelled the flowers, she heard the breeze, she felt his touch. She laid in her reverie and soaked in the essence of him. It was back; he was back. Not wanting to rush her dream; she laid quietly enjoying his presence. She felt his lips, she smelled more than flowers – manliness; he tasted, hmm,  salty and moist.

Her senses had allowed her to go further than ever in her dream. For fear of losing, she willed herself to never in this lifetime wake up. He tilted her head and opened her eyes. She gazed into his face delighted that he seemed so real. It had been so long since they had been together, if only in a dream.

As his lips descended on hers, he murmured “I have found you at last. Love me -don’t ever drift away into a dream again.”

She opened her eyes, she touched his lips, she felt his strong hands.

“You are a very vivid dream today – good sir.”

“As are you fair lady, but today I believe we have awakened from our reverie and found something more permanent.”

“Today will you leave this dream world and awaken to a life with me?”

She was afraid; she did not know love outside of  her dream nor did she know this man apart from her dream. She must hold tighter to her dream ; it was trying to trick her and pull them apart.

He held a lifeless form of beauty in his arms. Long dark hair cascaded over his arms, lips parted beautifully waiting for the kiss he dare not take in case that would remove her last breath. He willed her to revive and be his in the world on the other side of their dreams.

“HELP ME” was his anguished cry.  He hoped against hope that someone from the dream world or reality world would have the key to his happiness – to hers.

He went on a quest with his beautiful dream looking for the world where they both could be together.

This Story was originally submitted for: Theme Thursday .

50 thoughts on “Open Her Eyes #shortstory #microfiction”

  1. Wow, such a twisting provacative dream. Enjoyed this writing a lot….oh but the sad end….
    Melted my heart then tore me apart!!! LOL! You did this very very well!!! =))

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      1. Dear Chu I want to share a story with you The very first time i tried to mail one of my favorite is anorud one year ago.By the timing , i felt totally confused about my future.(Although it obviously looks great by others.)I just cant make choose about what i really want to do after graduating from university. Thanks for all your advices about love what i do and do what i love from the mail you reply for me As time goes by , i believe that i finally got the point that you tried to tell me from the mail or at least i finally move on to the next stop of my life ~I already started my first full-time job since this Aug (i choose the job related to my major from university, cuz it looks like a little professional ), i met lots of nice people and experienced lots of my first time , such as practice the knowledge from textbook into the really case .I have to say , i really learned lots from the past few months Right now , about my next step , i start to collect some ideas from my daily life and gain more confident about what i really want to learn I believe i will get my obviously goal after i experiencing more from my work , my case and so on. by the way , besides ppaper business and monocle , the ELLE is one of my favorite and so happy to see your article in ELLE this month thanks for all you help take care ,Kimmy

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  4. Leave me wanting more again, yup these short stories do that. But they only do that if they are well written and your’s are well written.

    Really enjoyed this one and I think if I was only experiencing that in a dream, then I would want to be put into a coma, so that I would always be able to live there.

    God bless.

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    2. Dear Carrie:Yes, let’s become the Daymaker to all svrciee providers in this holiday season. Sylvie and Duncan are lucky to have a client like you who want to make people’s day by sharing the positive energy and generosity. Of course, you made my day too. I will ask my team to relay your kind words to Sylvie and Duncan.I would ask you to do me a favor. Please ask Sylvie to recommend you another stylist to do your hair at Third Place on your next visit. As you know that I want to create a positive and selfless working environment in all my organization. You can become many stylists’ guardian angel to boost their confidence. Everyone in my team will also know you name because of your generosity and daymakging.The reason you are welcome to help me to do this is that Sylvie is not paid by commission like all other salons in Taiwan. She understands our philosophy in Canmeng. We want our guests to feel at home with any stylists. Once you become a hostage of one stylist, you need to accomodate your time with her time and won’t have the opportunity to trust anyone to do your hair.With this abundant love, you set yourself free.I know it is hard to ask someone to switch hairstylist and trust someone you don’t know. However, like everything is life, you will find more joy when you are willing to take chances. Besides, I believe Sylvie would recommend a stylist who has the same skill level and experience as hers.Of course, you can still go back to Sylvie’s svrciee. The other stylist will not feel bad if you decide to switch back to Sylvie because he/she knows that they could be your stylist when Sylvie is busy or on vacation. You should at least to have two to three stylists who are familiar with your needs and your style at Third Place.Carrie, I have visited you blog and was impressed by your commitment to seek the truth. As you will find out, this is the best way to build Sylvie’s self confidence and the abundant mentality. She should feel proud to introduce her colleague to you. Imagine, what this lesson will inspire her.Thank you for being an angel to so many people.May the year of Ox be a year of renewal and re-invention for all of us here.Happy Chinese New Year.Love,Ping

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  8. Oh my, I wondered all through this where it would lead….
    a melding of the dream world and reality. how much we fear losing what we become familiar with…

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      1. I was curious if you ever tuoghht of changing the layout of your site? Its very well written; I love what youve got to say. But maybe you could a little more in the way of content so people could connect with it better. Youve got an awful lot of text for only having 1 or 2 images. Maybe you could space it out better?

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  18. Aaawww NOOO-OOO! How does it END?! 😛

    Heh heh. Seriously though, I really dug this. The whole idea of dream and reality being forms of existence that… well, exist side to side along with another possible state or reality of having been “helped”? Well, that just delighted my imagination and did my head in! Bravo!

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    1. Dear Carrie:Thank you for the Buddha’s quote.I recently saw a beer’s aimertdsevent : Life favors those who sees things differently.Yes, please be a daymaker to all service providers. I, especially, want to thank you to be the guardian angel for different hairstylists in Third Place. Imagine how happy these stylists could be. They are free from the commission based pay which lock themself up for the abundant belief. In a salon, everyone is working on only one goal: To provide the priceless and memorable experience to every guests. There is no competition for the highest request rate and most money maker.Our guests will also be free from the hairstylist chasing and following. Clients and hairstylists are each other’s hostage. It all comes from the fear based self interest. As you can see, I treat my business as a social experiment. I want to bring back the good nature in oursleves by creating a healthy and holistic ecosystem first.You, the guests, are the critical member in this ecosystem.Many hugs,Ping

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  22. Awww . . Liked this then I’m a hopeless romantic but love the thought of connection between the real and the ethereal . . ah wonder if he is out there?

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  23. Wonerfully Romantic and very sad. It is very sad when the lady gives up what she most needs and desires because of fear and pain. Heart breaking that she cannot see and choose the world where her happiness lies. I glad you you left possibility that he may find her again and not that he is so grief stricken by loss he follows her in death. Beautiful write that captures our hearts and breaks them at the end. That is the great thing about writers, they chose their stories and their endings. Well done, Leslie.

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  24. …Bang bang, he shot me downBang bang, I hit the groundBang bang, that awful soundBang bang, my baby shot me down.I know this is not the place for kaaroke, but when I saw those shoes and someone here mentioned Cher, I just couldn’t resist..

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