Inspire a Reality

Fantasy for Fun

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[ca11mewhatuwant]

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[ca11mewhatuwant]

Her House PART 1

I knocked on the door, two double taps, a pause and one more.

The walk up her drive-way was nerve wracking. It was steep, wide and empty, leaving you feeling small, out of place and very exposed. At least the sun was shining and there was a small bird jumping around the shrubs that followed you up to her door. There's no sign of life but you still feel like you're being watched. Your knock was met by a couple moments of silence and then a series of small sounds as you hear her move around. Soon I hear her footsteps race towards me.

My heart is racing and my stomach is in knots. It hurts and you wish you weren't so nervous. You didn't need to be. You were wearing one of her favourite black shirts, plain but accentuating the sun kissed skin of your arms and neck. The first door unlocks and you take a small step back, the fly screen hides her face but you hear her greeting and the attempt at nonchalance in her voice. You smile awkwardly and mutter a gruff greeting of your own.

She had waited for you to open the mesh door and you realise a second too late, rushing now in a harsh movement to reach out and pull the door quickly so you can go inside. A unique aroma greets me, the smell of a family home, of cooking, herbs, cleaning and perfume. The latter was hers. She has stepped back as you pass into her home, and you turn to close the doors behind you, hoping she can't see the shaking of your fingers. When you turn back you see a pair of big eyes and a face trying to stay neutral but begging you to say something.

I can't help but smile and take a long stride towards her, close enough that I can see few specks of dandruff in her hastily bushed hair and smell the detergent of her clothes. "Its good to see you" I say as I embrace her and she allows herself a quick squeeze of my body before releasing me and hastily moving down the hall towards her room, expecting me to follow. I had almost smothered her head when I reached around her petite frame, her head low on my sternum when we'd embraced. I'd forgotten how small she was.

I look around as I follow her, as she begins to talk about her day, getting more comfortable with every word. She'd slept in and hastened to get ready before I arrived. She kicked some clothes and a pair of shoes from the hallway into her sisters room, apologising for the mess as she did so. You follow her quick moving feet and the movement of her head as he looks around feverishly. She stops at her doorway and her posture makes me laugh a little and she blushes heavily at the sound. Her mouth is hopelessly still, posture stiff and awkward, and I see her eyes look away when I don't immediately explain.

"Sorry, you just look very nervous, is your room that bad?". My question draws a contemplative sound from her throat as she shrugs and walks inside, immediately starting to move clothes from my path. As soon as I see those purple walls and countless drawings and posters adorning them, I'm reminded just how young she is. She'd only graduated High School a few months before and it was obvious visual arts was her pet subject. And she was good too. Portraits, make-up, and various other sketches, some colourful and some just base tones could be seen in various places around her room. I stood awkwardly beside her desk less than a step inside and took my keys, phone and wallet out of my pockets. I found a big plate of make-up a suitable place for these and set them down before finding her sitting on the side of her bed now, closing the YouTube videos she'd been watching. She opened iTunes and continued to fidget with the touchpad as the music started.

"At least it smells better than it looks", I joke. She smiles and laughs with a sarcastic Thanks.

[ca11mewhatuwant]

You twitch in your sleep and moan, reaching out an arm with fist closed tight to stretch. His embrace restricts your attempt to move and for a moment your sleepy brain struggles to place where your body is. The room feels warm, but somehow you know its a cool Autumn night. It's the figure whose body is nestled against you that has made the climate so comfortable. He has felt you move and his hand has moved from his side to make contact with your skin. The open hand touches your cool skin, hot to the touch and slowly makes its way up your leg. It stops high on your thigh, grips your firm flesh and relaxes again.

You can hear the breathing now, close to your ear so maybe it's disturbing a few locks of hair but not detectable on your skin. You shuffle back slightly, twisting your shoulders and neck so you can feel the breath now. Its high on your neck, but the hair on your shoulder senses the reach of each release of air. This was how you think you fell asleep and immediately your body and head lose the slight tension of your consciousness as sleep from your comfort beckons again.

His breaths occupy a part of your mind, impossibly slow and approaching an audible snore. The heavy and slow release of his lungs and the rise of his chest reflect so much of the man they're part of. Gentle, measured and giant. You know he played with your hair until your own breathing slowed earlier that night. His hands seem to scratch and soothe all of your head at once, making you comatose in minutes. He tells you he hears your heartbeat slow, but even now its hard to think that possible. His beats are slow into your back, while your heat seems to beat twice before his responds. Thump.....thump.......thump..... maybe his heart is talking to hers, maybe as she falls asleep his heart pulls hers into rhythm. Mmm. You can feel the pull, it won't be long until your hearts sync and sleep embraces you both again.