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strawburygrl feels
strawburygrl feels
Still kind of sad, but with a little pizza in me and a new dose of "Sex & the City", I'm a little more mellow and ready to delve back into the mind of my 15 year old self. Part 4 of my story continues...
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Part 4
In my husband�s arms and sobbing uncontrollably at 8 am on a Saturday morning, I had to tell him something. I decided to tell him about Hawaii. I pretty much figured that by now, once he heard me mention a dream about Hawaii, he would tune the rest out � I had had so many of them over the past few years. I told him how beautiful it had been, how happy I had been to be there, and yet so terrified, and how I finally realized that I wasn�t really there for the scenery, but for the duel with my parents. I told him in detail what I said to them, and the expressions on their faces. He was listening: when I told him they never responded to me, he told me I should go back and try again, and this time get a response from them. If I didn�t, it probably wouldn�t be over. He was probably right. Anyway, thinking about it gave me a distraction, and I let myself lay back and fall back asleep.
Only this time, I didn�t dream. At least, I don�t think I did. I woke up a few hours later as Robert left our bed. He saw me watching, and came over to give me a kiss, then trotted off to use the bathroom. I followed, numb from too much sleep. Over cold cereal and the Sci Fi channel, Robert brought up my dream. I stopped with the spoon halfway to my lips. "I dreamt last night?"
He nodded. "Don�t you remember waking up this morning, crying your eyes out? It was about your parents."
I did now remember crying in his arms earlier, and some vague memory swam out of the fog, about how I had yelled at my parents on the beach in Hawaii. "Hmm," I said. "I guess I finally told my dad what�s for."
He smiled at me, then picked up the paper. I stared at the newspaper where his head should have been, trying to remember the dream. Hadn�t there been more last night? I had been with someone, hadn�t I? From out of nowhere, the memory of a cat in my lap crossed my vision, and then of a man leaning over to kiss me. I blushed, and was glad of the newspaper blocking my husband�s view. Just another faceless lover dream. Man, I hope I scored last night, I thought. Someone should be getting some around here. I sighed and finished my cereal.
~ * ~
That night as I lay in bed, contemplating my boring day at home watching television with my husband, I thought again of my faceless dream lover, and wondered if I would see him again tonight. I was so horny, and my husband was a dead log beside me. Not that I would have wanted him if he was awake. I sighed alone in the dark, and tried to get to sleep.
~ * ~
I was sitting in algebra class, and we were taking our final. I was panicking, because I couldn�t remember a lick of algebra. Not that it would matter, because the test was in Italian. My Italian professor in college was diagramming something about problem #6 on the board to give us a hint, but he was muttering on and on in Italian about it, and I couldn�t figure out a word he was saying! I was about ready to start tearing out my hair or run screaming from the room, when I heard the door open, and looked up, anxious for a distraction.
There was some English dude talking with my professor. When I say English, I mean as in last century England, complete with waste coat and white cardboard thingees over his polished shoes. Think Ralph Fiennes in The Avengers. Christ, this test wasn�t going to get any worse, was it? Just then, my professor pointed across the room at me, and the Englishman turned in my direction. Finally, a way out!
The man was advancing on my position, and as he came closer, there was a frown on his face. Shit, what the fuck had I done now? I started out taking a weird ass test in Italian algebra, only to get in trouble with the headmaster?! When he stopped at my desk, I timidly looked up at him, biting my bottom lip in unease.
"I didn�t �" But the second our eyes met, the words died on my tongue, Italian algebra and angry headmasters forgotten. I knew those eyes! It was my Love, come to save me from evil math problems!
A grin lighted his face as he watched recognition dawn over my face. "For a second there, I thought you didn�t remember!" He exclaimed, and then he pulled me up into his arms. "I have been searching everywhere for you!"
At his touch, I felt the power swell inside of me, and it surged forth, transforming the room, held in check only when it met the invisible barrier surrounding my Love. Love, could it be? I giggled, and let him go to look around us. He did not seem to remember that he had to hold me to keep his hold over my powers. We realized at the same time that it didn�t matter � I had already changed the room to my liking, and his own shield kept the only unchangeable thing from it�s reach.
I made a slow circle to take in the whole room, and realized it was the salon from the mansion in Far and Away, which I had seen earlier that day on television. The piano was there, the little glass-case library on one wall, a wall full of windows showing the foggy grounds outside, and a final wall of nothingness leading to the rest of dreamland. As I made the circuit, I felt the power lapping at the edges of my body, anxious for something to change. When I had taken in the whole room, and everything was to my liking, it finally obeyed my command and settled down inside of my belly, waiting for a wish.
I turned back and grinned at him. "Can you feel it?" I asked.
He cocked his head, then smiled at me. "I don�t feel it, really. Did you really back it down?"
I nodded, moving into his arms. "When it realized it had done everything I wanted and could do no more, it just went back in and� went to sleep!" I giggled then, and planted a kiss on his mouth. I broke away quickly. "Play with it," I said.
He gave me a wicked grin, and pulled me in to press his groin against my silken skirts. "Play with what?"
I gave a startled gasp, then laughed at him, pulling free again. "My power, silly. Come inside me and touch it, test it."
"Oh, to come inside you," he growled at me, pulling me back into his arms. But instead of kissing me, he closed his eyes, and I felt the electrical current of his powers seeping into me. The feathery tendrils drifted to the core of me, where my power slept in a tiny ball. They wrapped around it like a shield wall at first, probably because that was all he had done before. But when it didn�t press back, he released his grip on it, and began to stroke it, as if with numerous little hands. It seemed he was teasing it into responsiveness, until finally it did snake out one little hand and connect with his. In a flash, he was driven out of me, and the sensation was so shocking it brought a cry from my lips.
I opened my eyes and we stared at each other in wonder, realizing our powers both seethed within us, melding in the space where our bodies met, and going no further. "This is incredible," I murmured, relishing the tickle of his power against mine.
He only nodded, his eyes unfocused, concentrating on the bond between us. "I have an idea," he whispered. "I want us to combine our powers and change this room. I think that�s what happened that first time I brought you here, only you weren�t focusing on the room, but instead on yourself. I think we can do this and be together and maintain control at the same time."
"Are you sure?" I whispered. "I�m still so new at this."
"No, you�re not," he answered. "Just concentrate."
"OK," I agreed. "Give me a goal to concentrate on."
"Mexico," was all he said, and I felt his power wrap around tendrils of mine and lead them off into the room. Together, the power flooded away from us, crashing around the room to alter it, yet always at bay when I gently nudged it in a new direction. One second, I was riding on his power like two halves of the same wave, when suddenly we would slide in a new direction and he was riding me.
"It�s like sex," I murmured, and I felt him clutch at me tighter.
"Mmm-hmm," he responded. Suddenly, his power doubled in size and enveloped mine, then forcefully slammed it down inside of my body.
I cried out, my head flung back as my eyes rolled in their sockets, an incredible orgasm crashing through me. I felt him slowly withdraw, little tendrils slowly caressing my skin as he left, then he was gone from me completely, only his physical form holding me there. Inside, my power was tiny and pulsing at my core, in time with my throbbing clitoris.
I sucked in a deep breath, then flung my arms around him to kiss him deeply, as if trying to suck his tongue all the way down to stroke my throbbing core. My hand I snaked down to his pants and gripped his penis through them, beginning to rub there as I bent to kiss his neck. "How did you do that?" I murmured against his flesh. "How did you know to do that?"
"I don�t really know," he answered, his voice hoarse, and he sagged into me a bit. "Please, I want you, but I can�t do this now. I�m too weak."
I squeezed his cock, and he gasped. "Too weak even for this?" I asked.
He simply moaned against me, and I began to rub again. This time, however, I coaxed my power from her niche, and let the lightest of tendrils flow through my hand to envelope his penis, while more began to dance around the flesh of his buttocks and stomach. He gasped again, but this time he pushed away from me, out of my reach.
I folded the tendrils back into their home as I opened my eyes for the first time to view our new room, and watched him sink into a bed. My eyes went wide, and I began to giggle. "A mariachi outfit?!" I exclaimed, and ran to the foot of the bed to peer over at him. He was holding his hat in place as he tried to move into a sitting position against the headboard.
"It�s the only thing I could think of with a cool hat," he muttered.
"Cool hat?"
"It was either that or a sombrero."
"But why is the hat important?" I asked, moving over to sit next to him. I was frowning, having guessed the answer.
"You�ve never seen my hair," he answered.
"And I would recognize you if I did," I finished for him, my frown deepening.
He just looked at me, face full of resignation. "Be angry if you like. I still believe it best for you not to know yet."
I sighed angrily, the end of it becoming a growl as I flung myself off of the bed. My red and black skirts swished around me, and I looked down to take in the pretty Spanish dancer outfit I had made, complete with black lace shawl and fabric rose emerging from my cleavage. My outfit matched his perfectly. I shook my head, trying to let go of my anger, and began to examine the room.
It was bigger. Almost twice the size as it had been, containing both this bedroom alcove, and a spacious living room, complete with two sets of French doors. They were all open to reveal the sea crashing on the shore not 100 feet away. I sighed in bliss, and returned to the bed, my anger gone. "It�s magical," I whispered, taking his hand in mine.
He smiled in relief at me, then got to his feet to take me into his arms. "I�m stronger already," he told me, turning to take in the sights with me. "It�s twice the size! And I have never seen anything as vivid as this ocean."
"It�s nothing compared to that orgasm you gave me," I said, and flung myself onto the bed behind him.
He turned to look at me, and I reached out a finger to trace the line of his groin. His penis reared to attention inside his pants. "My, my, Mary, what luscious ways you have," he whispered.
I jumped from the bed and flung my hands over my head as I did a little imitation Flamenco. "It�s Maria," I said rolling the "r" over my tongue, stomping my feet and clapping my hands. I swished my skirts and batted my eyes alluringly at him.
He looked amused and concerned at the same time. What an odd combination of emotions on one face. "Mary," he said. "You�re Mary. Don�t you remember?"
I dropped my skirts and rolled my eyes in one motion. "Of course I remember," I said. "But the Se�orina is Maria in this land." With that, I repeated my skirt swishing and feet stomping, ending in a clap of hands and a cheerful "Ol�!"
He giggled at me, and took me into his arms. "You really remember?" he said, laughter still in his voice.
"I remember everything about today. I remember watching TV all day, and getting immersed in Far and Away, which caused me to recreate that drawing room earlier by the way," I told him. "And I remember having cheesy Chinese food for dinner, and I remember �" Suddenly I stopped.
Dread filled his face. "What? You remember your husband?" he asked. "I know about him."
I gave a little shake of my head. "No," I whispered. "I remember my day, and the emptiness I felt at what was not there."
"You mean you missed me?"
"Yes, and no," I answered, and I moved away from him a bit. I felt sick in the pit of my stomach, and I sat down heavily on the bed. "I don�t know how to tell you this," I whispered, tears in my eyes.
He sat down next to me, and took my hands into his. "Tell me," he said, raising one hand up to kiss my palm. He held it there against his lips, his eyes looking over my fingers to meet mine.
"I remember everything now, even my real life, but�" I choked on a sob. "My darling, I didn�t remember you today!"
He looked confused for a moment, not understanding. Then slowly he began to realize, and he became very sad. "I had hoped�" he started, but didn�t finish.
I began to cry uncontrollably, and flung my arms around him. He clutched me to him fiercely, and I heard a little strangled sound come from his throat. He did not cry, but he was very close to it. When we had finally calmed down enough to let go, his cheeks were dry, but his eyes were moist.
"Remember me," he said, and kissed me. "Remember me, remember me," he said, pressing kisses to my wet cheeks. "My sweet, why don�t you remember me?"
He sounded heartbroken, and I could not bear it. I leaned in and kissed him deeply. "Make love to me," I whispered. "Give me something to force me to remember you."
He pushed me away instead, and there was anger on his face. "Why? So you can daydream later about some faceless dream lover?! I will not!"
His anger hurt deeply. "Faceless?" I repeated, it tasting bitter in my mouth. But something in me clicked, and I grabbed him. "Faceless dream lover! I remember!"
He looked at me with fresh anger. "What are you talking about?"
"I did remember you at first! I was crying and crying, and it woke up Robert, and I had to tell him something, so I related what happened on the beach to him, then went back to sleep." I gasped, my eyes wide at the memory. "My god! When I woke the second time, I didn�t remember until later, and only some fragment that caused me to think you were some faceless dream lover. I instantly dismissed it and forgot it for the rest of the day!"
His eyes were wide as he stared at me. "You remembered and then you forgot," he mumbled.
"Yes! Don�t you see! This means I can remember again! If I only hold onto it, and don�t go back to sleep first, I won�t forget!" With that, I threw my arms around him and cried again.
He clutched at me, and sighed a long relieved breath that ruffled my hair. I realized that when we were playing with our powers, I had forgotten that Spanish dancers put their hair up in tight buns. Mine was draped down my shoulders in loose waves. I giggled to remember my little dance for him, and bounced from the bed, pulling him with me.
"Dance! Dance with me! Give me something to remember this!" I cried, grasping him about the waste and beginning to stomp my feet.
He laughed then, and began to mirror my movements. He grabbed my hand and twirled me around, then brought me into his embrace and closed his eyes. I felt the power surge out of him, and music suddenly filled the room. He opened his eyes, and spun me out to look at the mariachi band he had "commissioned" to play for us. I laughed out loud at the sight, then he whirled me back into his arms, and we began to circle the room in some weird, made up dance.
It ended with us clutching our hands together and just spinning and spinning until we were drunkenly dizzy. He finally pulled me into him, and planted a sloppy kiss on my lips. He laughed at his lack of coordination. I giggled back, still dizzy. He tried again, and this time drove his tongue home and I was on fire for him. The mariachi band changed their song to some romantic Italian serenade. He broke the kiss and laughed again, hugging me to him. His lips pressed against my neck, and he began to whisper, "I love you, I love you. Mary, I love you."
I thought I could not tighten my grip on him, but I did. After a minute, he began to slowly lead us in a dance to the achingly sweet violin concerto. His lips continued to caress my neck and throat, and I threw back my head to give him a better angle. I caught the vision of the room about us, and somehow it had became night, with stars visible through the French doors.
"Oh, I want to clutch those stars and bring them down to fill up your eyes," I whispered, raising my head to meet his gaze. "But they�re already in there." His eyes were that electric red-brown color that melted my very core into a little puddle on the floor. "Oh, I love you. I love you with every inch of my soul!"
I moved my head closer to kiss him, when suddenly, there was an incredibly sharp pain in my abdomen. I collapsed against him as I clutched myself where it hurt. I was gasping in pain, and he was staring in consternation at me, when a new wave of even more intense pain ripped through me. At the height of that wave, everything went black and was gone, without a word of farewell between us.
~ * ~
The next thing I was conscious of was lying in some hospital bed, hooked up to some sort of breathing machine. My heavily-lidded eyes searched the room around me, and were finally drawn to a noise on my other side. There, standing over me with a worried expression on his face, was my Love. I felt relief and confusion at the same time. I tried to speak, but my mouth was covered by the mask. He moved to remove the thing, and I took in a deep breath.
"I�m dreaming then?" I asked. "Why am I dreaming this?"
"Oh Mary," he said, throwing himself into my arms. "My love, thank the gods you�re all right," he whispered into my neck.
I moved one weak hand to pet his hair. His hair. What had happened to his hat? Had it fallen? I turned to look, but his hand moved to cover my eyes. When he removed it, he was standing beside me again with his hat on, hair safely tucked away. He was in his Englishman outfit again. He really liked this one.
"Please, my love. This is not the time and place for such revelations. You are in no state to receive them," he said, and bent down to tenderly kiss my forehead.
I closed my eyes, feeling sleepy. "Tell me what�s happened then, before I fall back asleep."
"No!" he said, and it was almost a shout. "You can�t go back to sleep! Listen, I�ve been sitting here trying to reach you for days! There were complications to your appendicitis operation, and you�ve been in a coma ever since."
I gasped. "Appendicitis? A coma? My god, how long have I been out?"
He clutched my hands in his. "It�s been six days since Mexico," he answered. "After you left me, I tried desperately to find you, but I couldn�t all that night. The next, I found you here, in this oddly gray place that my power cannot touch."
He leaned down to kiss my forehead again, like he couldn�t really believe I was here. "My love, I couldn�t reach you the whole time. In my dreams, I would come here to watch you sleep, but could not get you to awaken to be with me, just as you would not awaken out there to join your husband." A tear escaped his eye. "I thought I had truly lost you."
I tried to raise my hand to brush away that tear, but could not find the strength to complete the task. "My love, I am awake now, do not worry any longer," I whispered, as I felt myself drifting off to sleep.
"No!" he cried. His hands shot out and he shook me. "Do not go to sleep! Do you hear me?! Don�t go to sleep!"
My eyes flew open. "OK!" I answered, then I sighed. "Why on earth not?"
"Because you�re not awake for real! You�re just dreaming! If you go to sleep here, you�ll just slip back into your coma. You must listen to me. You have to wake up!"
"Wake up? You mean out there? Darling, I want to be here with you."
His face softened, some of the anxiety seeping from his face. "I know, Mary, my love," he said. He touched my face. "But you have to get out of this coma, and to do that, you need to wake up in real life."
I felt tired again, and sighed. "I am so sleepy. How on earth do I wake up? I don�t know how."
"Just concentrate," he said. "That�s what I do. I tell myself to wake up, over and over again, and concentrate on the idea of my sleeping body awakening. It always seems to work for me."
I looked at him with disbelief.
He squeezed my hands in his. "Please, for me. Wake up for me."
I stared into those beautiful eyes, and began to chant with him. "Wake up, wake up, I want to wake up!"
His face began to pale and loose form in front of me, and he started to smile. "Until tonight, my love," he whispered, and then he was gone, to be replaced by a too-bright hospital room.
I turned my head, and saw my husband dozing there. "Robert," I said wearily. "Robert, I�m awake."
