gymnopedie

So much green in my face. Rustling all around, where usually I hear silence and just let the feelings of the scene consume me. But, I've been hearing more and more sound lately. Sometimes, it does not fit, but this time, it did.

Silk and other fabrics make such a wonderful sound when crushed in pale hands. Dressed in black, my corset and ballgown skirt. A girl I haven't seen since I was 10, but I reconstructed her to a woman my age, right away knowing who it was. I had a feeling I had been wanting her to be there, I'd summoned her.

That this time, this was all of my doing, instead of being dropped down in the middle and asked to fend for myself.

The kind of green, pale, with large flowers swelling and bending in folds, that goes well with natural red hair. Memories were in the dream as I waited in a tower, watching a forest with two girls in it holding hands while they fed deer too friendly to people. Playing video games on Sega in a dingy living room. It all slipped through my thoughts while waiting. Remembering a girl that I let go because of the stupidity of highschool pressure. I've not thought about her in... well, half my life and suddenly last night, she was there looking for me as well.

Night green fields rolling, grass silent in the wind. Just the sound of fabric. A table of dinner was laid out on white lace, family gathered but left us alone in another room. So much pale skin. One with freckles, the other dotted here and there with blackened moles (beauty marks?). On the floor, rolling, taking turns looking down, not really seeing faces but knowing. No clothing was removed, but the intentions were there.

People kept gathering, visiting, but always finding time to vanish into the quiet of rustling dresses.

I forced myself to wake this morning when that feeling something bad was coming. For once, I did not want my dream to turn into something dark and violent. I'm still sitting here, quietly. Just the sound of heat leaking out of the floor and my fingers across the keys. Sitting here missing.

I haven't thought of her in forever... today I think I'll see if I can look for her... somehow.