Friday, 23 August 2013

For once, her sleep wasn't dreamless.

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For once, her sleep wasn't dreamless. She assumed that it was because of him. He was the only thing that was different. She slept in her bed, the large, white wrought iron one she had inherited from her grandmother. It still had a chenille bedspread that had belonged to her grandmother as well. The whole house was full of things that seemed too old for her. That was the way she liked it.
She had woken herself up. Tossing and turning; caught in the dream that was closer to a nightmare. She always slept close to the edge of the mattress so the fact that he took up half of her bed, asleep on his stomach with his hands folded under his head, should not have upset her. She barely touched him. If she had, she might have woken him up with her restlessness.
It took her a few seconds to work out what was different. Until she heard his quiet breathing. She was half surprised he was still there and then she heard the rain. Rain was a comforting sound to her, so that wasn’t what had caused her nightmare, but it explained why he had not left.
She slid out of the bed, picked up a t-shirt from the floor to wear and went to the bathroom. He hadn’t moved at all by the time she got back. She slid in next to him and stared at his face, willing him to wake up. She fancied another roll around with him before she kicked him out of her place.
He didn’t open his eyes but he said, “Stop staring at me.”
“Ha! It worked.”
He yawned and stretched out one arm to snag her and pull her closer to him. “Go back to sleep,” he mumbled.
She scraped her nails up his bare back. His eyes popped open.
He frowned at her. “I thought you’d be the type to throw me out.”
“I am. But I usually do it before I fall asleep.”
“Huh. Lucky me.”
“You’d better believe it,” she purred at him as she pushed at him to roll onto his back. She clambered astride him and his hands reached up under her shirt. He was hard and ready, just like she knew he would be.
He sat up a little to strip her of the shirt. Her hair tumbled around her head as he pulled it off her and threw it back on the floor.
“Nice... didn’t see that last night.”
“What?” she asked.
“The tattoo.”
“What tattoo? I don’t have any tatts.”
He looked surprised. He pointed at the oval standing mirror at the end of the bed. “Yes, you do.”
She looked over her shoulder to see her reflection. A large, bright green tattoo snaked down her spine.
“What the Hell?”
She panicked.
He grabbed at her arms and hugged her in against him. “Hey, hey... really? It’s new?”
“Yes. Why would I lie about a thing like that?”
“I dunno.” He made a face at her.
“You don’t believe me.”
“It seems,” he paused as if he wasn’t sure what to say. “ ... odd,” he finished.
“It’s some kind of writing.”
“Looks like it.”
“What does it say?”
“It’s not English. Let me see.”
She lay on her stomach and let him study her back.
“It’s also not new,” he said. “Looks like it has been there for years. No swelling... no redness.” He ran his hands over her skin and then leaned down and kissed her on the back of the neck.
“Seriously? Now?”
“Oh, come on... what else were you planning to do today when you can do me?”
She rolled over. “Find someone I can ask about my crazy dreams and instant tattoo unless you can help me with that.”
“Dreams? You had dreams?”
“Weird ones.”
“Like what?” he asked. He sat back on his heels.
“End of the world stuff.” His nudity was distracting. She glanced down.
He knew it, and he grinned at her. “After ... breakfast... we’ll go talk to my grandfather.”
“Why?” she asked suspiciously.
“He reached out and stroked down her bare leg. “He’s a dream reader.”
“Oh.” She didn’t push him away now. “Dream reader, huh?”
“Yep.” His hand locked around her ankle and he pulled her leg down the mattress towards him.
“Odd that this tatt showed up after we fucked.”
“Yeah... that is odd. Want to see what else happens if we do it again?”
She laughed and let him haul her towards his body. It was odd, though.
© AM Gray 2013

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