It seems that dreams are a large part of this life
It was deep in the night, rain pelting my window and the wind calling out mournfully in D minors through the wires strung on the utility poses. Flashes of lightning and thunder gowled; the pounding surf offered a mingling rumble. I got out of bed, walked into the storm, pushed my way to the beach, and found a young woman lying on the sand weeping.
Lifting her arm to view her tears, I asked, "What is troubling you, my dear?" Leaning on her elbows, revealing her lovely breasts, she sighed.
"Mister, my lovers all departed into the sea. As they left, I heard them talking among themselves, "We can not have sex with her anymore. She has something wrong with her."
I gently helped her to her feet, and we walked in a warm embrace, and I took her home.
IT WAS THEN I AWOKE IN MY BED, INSTANTLY BECOMING DISAPPOINTED. (Photos pixabay.com)
I have been searching for her ever since.
