Dana's Dark
By: K.L. Miller
25 February 2010
There are Times when it is obvious where Dreams come from; Dana knows her Dream came from the frustration left over even after three orgasms the night before. What she does not Know, and is eager to discover, is the identity of her Dream Lover.
There are times, when even knowing where, the Dream takes a turn we cannot Understand; Dana's lover sat before three large computer screens... a smaller version of the Bat-Cave, complete with her very own Dark Knight. However, no cape-and-cowl graced this powerful figure... only beyond-obsidian Shadow covered him... while he stood before a glass case. Dana recalls floating to her left... definitely her left, though why this should Matter she cannot say... and witnessing a gelatinous blob slowly take human shape.
"Someone thought to use this to create the perfect Sex Partner; someone else... saw a different use."
And then... they made love, as she tumbled from Sleep into harsh Monday Morning.
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Then there are Moments... when Reality takes a breather, and inexplicably, Memory seizes Control, taking that particular Opportunity to spark Wonder within us. Her Lover-for-the-night, a strapping young example of Local Youthful White Male with too much beer in his system, was going about business as usual Doggy-Style; as is Customary, he slapped her ass, firing off a Rebel yell with practiced Timing... and no real Emotion...
Deed Done, Dana, drifted into the night, unsatisfied, though Thinking the most peculiar Thoughts. As she pulled into the parking lot of one of those wannabe-massive gas stations in Small Town USA, she almost dismissed the cars and their gathered throng of Cruisers and Misfits...
Except for the lone black male in the winter camouflage zip-up hoodie and white tee shirt; at first Dana thought it was the rosary on his chest that attracted her Attention. Then she noticed his head-bounce... nearly twice that of a Stereotypical Rap Tune thundering into ear drums. Then... he swayed, moved by some unheard Timing that Touched not just his Body, but the Power Rippled through his Spirit, gushing forth in wave after powerful Wave. Everyone else stared at him like he was a Fool... except... except for the truly hardened Thugs and Criminals; THEY just smiled, and this was definitely worthy of Notice to Dana.
Inside, Reality thrust itself to the fore; two rudely gay males were near-making out in the line, much to the dismay of the two obviously drunk bikers. To females were trying their best not to gawk, though one seemed to be goading the other on; Snow-Dancer fiddled with an MP3 player, taking less than a breath to nod at her. Strange, since his eyes never left the lit LED screen. She checked his beverage, needless because of the Blue Laws; at 01:15 (Big... but short-lived, she chuckled sadly) no booze was Legal...
Bottled white tea... again, not Local Standard; he did not appear to be a student, though the sudden start-stop to a bounce dance-step suggested otherwise. She selected the same brand, though she had never tried it before, or even knows it existed; In line the minor scuffle was now outside.
Snow Dancer, and mind... she was behind him, seemed to turn only his FOCUS towards the melee outside; something Shifted, a physical thing touched her Soul almost, urging her to select a different path to her vehicle. Only... this wasn't just Common Sense; this Felt like...
Like that warm-cold Touch her Lover used when she slipped up behind her, curling his fingers around her waist before feather-fall-finding their way EVERWHERE...
And yet... it was only after they'd both paid that she was truly Aware...
* * * *
Noting more than a rare Gentlemanly Gesture: he held the door open for her; Dana smiled, blushing slightly... then cast just a lingering glance his way...; instantly ensnared in memory, her Eyes beheld simple, intelligent Features set on a rounded face. His eyes are warm, though there is hardness to his gaze that she somehow knows people misunderstand; he smiles, and for an instant she witnesses the local-equivalent of the mask-of-Friendliness. Yet it crumbles rapidly, revealing a dancing Shadow... one that was not a shadow of, it WAS her Lover...
"Thank you," Dana sighs. The sound startles him, and her Lover, for the Shadow disappears...
Blinking once, she settles her gaze...
He drinks her in; Shame washes over her. It should have been YOU... Dana brushes aside her bangs, muttering quietly...
She feels it, pressure everywhere...
"You are... beyond Beautiful..." He barely breathes the words, but there is no denying the rampant, blatant Honesty. He bleeds it!!! Dana stands, knowing first-hand the truth of the word flabbergasted as she somehow stumbles to her car, completely dazed...
And as she pulls off into the night, she hopes her prayer will be answered, selfish though it is:
I hope to see him again...
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It is said that Prayers and Wishes must be carefully Worded...
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