her breasts lay against his chest. With outstretched arms, her fingertips extended all the way to his wrists. Almost joined, their arms prayed, flesh to flesh, mating together from wrist to shoulder. Her forearms felt the steady pulse of his life force as she submerged her chest, and at last allowed her head to sink in the warm cavity under his jawline. Before losing herself in his dream, she filled her lungs with his sleeping scent and enjoyed the resulting vibration in her core.
Was there a little melancholy, because this wasn’t real? She had never before felt this way. She knew her soul glowed amber and wished he could reach out and touch it, aware that a portion of him already did. It was one of the most wonderful things she’d ever felt.
The trick tonight was to direct his dreams, not just watch. She would have to be careful not to become visible to him in her exuberance.
You must make sure that he never knows you exist, Mother had said.
Get out. Go home now, Claire, Angie had warned her.
Oh, but it already has begun, Josh had said.
You were handpicked by Father himself.
She entered the white room and stood behind him as he saw doors open to a freshly washed street. A purple school bus pulled up, opening its doors with a burst of pink steam that engulfed him.
There was no driver, but he got in anyway, the doors closing behind him. He came to a table with a translucent white surface that lit up when he touched it. An easel with white tablet was propped there. His chalk crayons and pencils were laid out in the same order as at home in his studio.
His fingers laced over the crayons, and he felt the vibration unique to each color. They were alive, breathing under his touch. He heard whispers, each color telling him intimate, private stories.
The colors have emotion.
The bus relocated to a sandy road at the edge of a dark jungle. A window next to him became a doorway Daniel walked through. Someone on a red motor scooter buzzed by him with a turquoise dog in a wicker basket, leaving a trail of white dust in its wake.
Curious.
He followed down a path littered with shiny dark leaves as long as his body. The earth beneath his feet felt spongy. Brightly colored birds flew between the curling vines and room-sized blooming flowers, wafting in and out of the scented mist. He turned around quickly, and saw a lighted table and easel behind him, waiting.
Never had a table follow me.
He went on. Hearing water, he came upon a green steaming pool. Looking around and finding no one, he shed his clothes and dove in. The surface of his skin tingled, opening to the feel of the liquid as warm as a bath. He felt someone’s eyes on him, but searched the jungle and saw no one. Underwater fish moved in schools of bright yellows, turquoise, and red. He floated on his back, listening to the sounds of the water tickle his ears. He looked up at the clouds changing shapes, showing him faces of people he knew. Stars twinkled in the daylight sky.
There was that feeling again. A female. He searched the bank for a face.
Could I be in someone else’s dream?
Claire sighed. She could watch him for hours. The way he moved his body through the pool of water was an art form all its own. While colors and shapes inspired Daniel, Claire was inspired by the look of his wet male body floating in the steamy pool. She could easily create another dream, inserting herself in it, but that was a dangerous thought.
Albeit a very nice one.
A path appeared, drenched in a beam of sunlight at the other side of the pool. Daniel thought he saw the faint outline of something in white. As he got out to explore further, he saw a terrycloth blue robe hanging on a branch. He pulled it on, and the material was soft on his skin, hugging his body, warming him when he draped it around him. The path was covered with crystals of sand so fine they were like finely ground diamonds, sticking to his toes and ankles, making his feet sparkle like sunlight on water.
He came
Was there a little melancholy, because this wasn’t real? She had never before felt this way. She knew her soul glowed amber and wished he could reach out and touch it, aware that a portion of him already did. It was one of the most wonderful things she’d ever felt.
The trick tonight was to direct his dreams, not just watch. She would have to be careful not to become visible to him in her exuberance.
You must make sure that he never knows you exist, Mother had said.
Get out. Go home now, Claire, Angie had warned her.
Oh, but it already has begun, Josh had said.
You were handpicked by Father himself.
She entered the white room and stood behind him as he saw doors open to a freshly washed street. A purple school bus pulled up, opening its doors with a burst of pink steam that engulfed him.
There was no driver, but he got in anyway, the doors closing behind him. He came to a table with a translucent white surface that lit up when he touched it. An easel with white tablet was propped there. His chalk crayons and pencils were laid out in the same order as at home in his studio.
His fingers laced over the crayons, and he felt the vibration unique to each color. They were alive, breathing under his touch. He heard whispers, each color telling him intimate, private stories.
The colors have emotion.
The bus relocated to a sandy road at the edge of a dark jungle. A window next to him became a doorway Daniel walked through. Someone on a red motor scooter buzzed by him with a turquoise dog in a wicker basket, leaving a trail of white dust in its wake.
Curious.
He followed down a path littered with shiny dark leaves as long as his body. The earth beneath his feet felt spongy. Brightly colored birds flew between the curling vines and room-sized blooming flowers, wafting in and out of the scented mist. He turned around quickly, and saw a lighted table and easel behind him, waiting.
Never had a table follow me.
He went on. Hearing water, he came upon a green steaming pool. Looking around and finding no one, he shed his clothes and dove in. The surface of his skin tingled, opening to the feel of the liquid as warm as a bath. He felt someone’s eyes on him, but searched the jungle and saw no one. Underwater fish moved in schools of bright yellows, turquoise, and red. He floated on his back, listening to the sounds of the water tickle his ears. He looked up at the clouds changing shapes, showing him faces of people he knew. Stars twinkled in the daylight sky.
There was that feeling again. A female. He searched the bank for a face.
Could I be in someone else’s dream?
Claire sighed. She could watch him for hours. The way he moved his body through the pool of water was an art form all its own. While colors and shapes inspired Daniel, Claire was inspired by the look of his wet male body floating in the steamy pool. She could easily create another dream, inserting herself in it, but that was a dangerous thought.
Albeit a very nice one.
A path appeared, drenched in a beam of sunlight at the other side of the pool. Daniel thought he saw the faint outline of something in white. As he got out to explore further, he saw a terrycloth blue robe hanging on a branch. He pulled it on, and the material was soft on his skin, hugging his body, warming him when he draped it around him. The path was covered with crystals of sand so fine they were like finely ground diamonds, sticking to his toes and ankles, making his feet sparkle like sunlight on water.
He came
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