There she was, standing apart on the base of the grassy hill, smiling at me. My face brightens and a legit smile springs up on my face. "Hey Carmody" escapes my mouth, the joy and relief flooding my voice and soul. Quickly my feet take me to her. I lean down to embrace and kiss her but remember that I was contaminated with gluten so it just slides into an embrace, our cheeks brushing. The warmth surrounds my body and nothing can take my happiness away. Nothing can take my girl away. It's a happy reunion. She seems tired, drained - maybe it was me that was tired. We head back to our apartment, small and quaint, but perfect. It was me and her, her and me. What else did I need? We were together again. We lie down on our bed. My arms over and under, protecting her in my embrace.
Such comfort, such joy, of being with her. Even then, in this small, tiny moment, I was at peace. I knew that she loved me and wanted me, so all was well. A knock on the door, a chore to do. I turn back to let her know that I'll be back. She's not there. Must have gotten up to do something. Slowly, I close the door behind me.
I sit up in bed. Everything is dark. My hair, sticking up from the indent in my pillow. Realization downs over me as the sun is coming up over the mountain. I'm all alone. She's not here. The phantoms of the dream world, the illusion of the senses beguiled me. Again. And it's time to get up and get going. But she loves me.
Just wanted to say that I feel like I have gotten to know Carmody and what a beautiful person she was inside and out, through your posts about her. I am keeping you in my prayers. *hugs*
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