TIME AFTER TIME........
she drifts...feeling like she is light as a feather..sounds, feelings...
then she awakes...
her soft bare feet touch cold stone and she rises, her white thin nightgown clinging to her body..she moves thoughtlessly, yet somehow purposely out into the wide expanse of the cold dark hallway, her hair falls into her face and she brushes it back and continues on, feet padding along, hands feeling out in the dark, she knows where she is, yet it seems so strange. What seems like hours, she knows has to be only minutes as she passes one doorway after another, not knowing what it is she is seeking, yet knowing she has to move on in this familiar darkness...then, she stops, her heart racing, she feels as if she is fixed in this spot..her hands reach out and feel a door and she can then move..slowly, closer and closer..until her cheek is pressed to the door...she listens..what is it that she hears, is she really hearing it? yes, she must be..or is it that her soul hears it, oh..she is so confused..yet drawn helplessly to push the door open....
A voice, one she is not quite sure she has heard before, speaks out to her..."Come here, girl..."..she feels her heart flutter..and moves into the room...again, darkness..she tries to make her eyes focus and make out shapes in the room..."Who is there?" she whispers...to which only comes back a laugh..and she falls to her knees...
Afraid to move, yet compelled to..she crawls..feeling with her hands as she goes...she hears His breathing..and is filled with an excitement she isn't quite sure of..and she continues crawling towards His breathing..her hands meet something solid and she stops..and instinctively knows to bow her head to the floor and wait...
The next feeling she has is that of a pair of strong hands lifting her..to her knees..tenderly yet firmly pulling her head onto His knee..His hand stroking her hair..His breathing steady..for minutes, she doesn't dare move, just realizes that, He, is the one she has been searching for her whole life and she wonders...
Then, something brings her out of her dream...she bolts upright in her bed and shivers, and thinks, "Oh, my God, i thought i had already awoken from my dreams.." She reaches and turns on the little bedside lamp she uses for reading..shakes her head to try to clear the fog..a dream within a dream? She then laughs at herself, turns and gently swings her feet to the floor and her soft bare feet touch cold stone.............
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