Awakening - Freewrite
It wasn't the wind that was blowing softly across the bare nape of my neck.
It was the memory of her voice softly calling me.
As I laid in bed waiting for the phone to ring I knew that this was not my reality.
I was simply living in a memory that had existed long before.
I liked this memory.
I could see no reason not to live here.
I'm a network administrator at a local real estate agency.
It's not a bad job. It certainly could be worse.
It's not the place I want to be though.
The place I want to be is with her.... holding her in my arms..... but she is gone.
Every night before I climb into my bed I close my eyes and think about her smiling face looking down at me.
I can feel the coldness of the night even though I know it is warm underneath the blankets.
Everyday is simply an empty trudge through my meaningless life.
Everything rests on getting home so nighttime can come and I can crawl into bed.
Taking off my clothes I turn off the light and walk slowly across the shag carpet.
I pull down the covers and the sheets and sit down on the bed for a moment just thinking about what her arms felt like.
Tucking myself in the bed I lay my head down on the pillow.
Soon I will be with her again if only for a few hours.
I never meant to live in the world of dreams.
I always meant to live in her world.
She is gone now but I can never really let her go.
Life is meaningless without her so I wait for her every night.
Every morning I get up and go through my meaningless trudge.
It doesn't matter though.
I know when nighttime comes I will be laying down with her in my dreams once more.
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so very sad for him... or her - whoever is doing the dreaming.
This is really nice and I can relate. I can remember times when life sucked and laying down to go to bed was a time I could drift off into daydreams about better things. In the quietness of night and the warmth of a bed your mind feels clear and you can fantasize about dreams you have.
Nothing is real but what we believe. Dream it to be it.
I dunno. Platitudes.
I feel the mourning in this story, you depicted it so well!
Today's prompt: https://steemit.com/freewrite/@mariannewest/day-81-5-minute-freewrite-prompt-i-floss-my-tears
Thank you jeezle for a very inetresting post, I'm already following you so know how interesting your posts are. I liked this, even though it's a little sad. Well done.
Another fabulous writing keep them coming
That was moving. In the midst of sweetness there is pain. That sounds like a difficult life to live.
This is really beautiful, I wake up most times looking forward to reading your freewrites, they are awesome.