Nights on the Soul©

“Miranda, it’s me. Let me in. I must come in. I have to talk to you.”

I felt sick with a feeling of dread, but even more so excited by the thrill of his voice and the fascinating nearness of his presence. There was also a bursting curiosity about conceiving what had gone on in these past days. And how that had involved Dave, my savior or Dave, my damnation.

I opened my mind in trepidation, then relaxed as he stood there gazing at me invitingly. A pleasant smile upon his face, a fleeting openness to his eyes. I wanted so to trust him and believe in him, whatever he had to tell me.

“You know, my love. You said you were mine. I have waited lifetimes to know you. Forever, you have not been ready. You would live to die rather than be with me. I have watched you grow old a hundred times. And then I must search and search to find you again. You and I are bound. To be together. There is no other way and I cannot sleep, never in peace, always dreaming of you. And the dreams do not end with sleep. But continue into reality, the reality of the past as I’ve loved you each life. Why do you fear me now? I believe you are finally ready.”

“Dave, what are you talking about. God, yes! I love you. I know now I cannot live without you. I do not understand the possibility of life without you. But I am fucking freaking out because I’ve lost three days, potentially very important days of my life and I am sick about it. Why am I so dirty? What, what, tell me now what have you done to me!!!?”

“Miranda, darling, I have done nothing but dream with you. Sunday night at the club while we were dancing, you fainted. I had to take care of you, so I took you to my home. I think in an instant you remembered everything and it was too much for you to handle, so you gave up your mind. I had to get you back to the present for this is life as you know it and it shouldn’t be any other way. As I’ve said, I took you to my house.”

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