It was a strange morning. A dream woke her up earlier than expected. And in her dream, she was in the arms of a man she knew. It almost felt so tangible: his arms around her, her head against his chest, on a quiet night of solitude, peacefully resting on each other’s arms. Only, questions in her somnolent mind: why that man? A man of her least expectations - a man she barely talked to in the studio.
She pictured him in her mind again and nodded, “it was certainly a dream”. How could she have forgotten?
It had been a flight of vagueness. Stealing lines, stealing stares, and flashing sly and timid smiles. Glimpses and questions. “Join me?”. Playful strokes and nudges envelopes a game for amusement. Another eyes were set on them. This time it was on him for he is graced with charm as pleasant as his speech. She knew and all the while they will sail apart.
That night she watched the sea. She slowly closed her eyes and focused on the breeze and the rhythm of the waves. Slowly, she felt someone’s presence drawing near. It was him.
He sat beside her gazing towards the dark horizon. They were both under the spell of the night. Slowly, the warmth of their skin touched. Elbows touching and heads well rested on each other. No verbal expressions uttered, it was only left to the soft whispering breeze of the ocean.
It could be that at that night, or, it could be that at that moment that they were both thinking of the same thing.
Wishing under the stars for the exact same thought, only they never knew.
Once upon a dream it was, once upon a night.