Caught Daydreaming II

A skip in my chest.  Warmth spreads from the center, tendrils flowing toward my shoulders.

My arms curl around myself in reaction.  I sigh, closing my eyes, and suddenly you are there with me.

A hand flows with my hair, drawing gently on my neck to bring me into you.  I feel your face to my cheek.  Your lips gently press into my shoulder, and a shiver spreads behind my ear down to my back.

The fan swirls air about me.  The tease takes me back to dreaming.

Dreaming of happiness.  Dreaming of adventures.

Dreaming of sitting next to you as I sit and write.  To feel your shoulder against mine.

To hear your breath, a sniff, to watch you create worlds of your own as I create mine.

To taste your flesh.  To feel your lips to mine.

Projecting you into my daily routine.  I get lost in the idea.  It causes me to stop.

It distracts me.  Suddenly my mind goes blank.  And when it does, it fills with you.

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Perspective: A Writing Prompt Response

A womans viewpoint:

Sheniah spun once round, falling backwards over the arm of the couch.

Her heart was content.  Warm.  Filled blissfully with hope.

Allowing herself to remain in the moments of elation, she rested her arm on her brow, watching the ceiling fan spin round and round.  The clack clack of the motor and dancing of the pull cords drawing her imagination to replay her date over and over.

His broad smile drew his eyes into crescents as he laughed gaily at the joke she shared.

“Asks the magician what he did with the boat.”  Mitch recapped the punchline, “that’s too funny.”

Sheniah rubbed her arm, feeling the familiar tingle of too much sun warming her skin.  “We should start back.”

“Sure.  Do you know what else you’d like to do?”  Mitch asked, slipping his hands into the pockets of his khaki cargo shorts.

She bit her lip, “I don’t know, I probably should head home.”  Not that she had anything to do at home, but she hated making decisions that might cause someone else to change previous plans.  In this way, she thought perhaps she was being considerate of Mitch.

“Are you sure?  We could go bowling, see a movie, rent a canoe…”

“Those sound like a great deal of fun, but neither of us are dressed to canoe, neither of us have socks, and I can’t think of anything I want to see.”

“A woman as eager as yourself to shoot down three marvelous ideas with such reasonable excuses, must have plans for the evening to be leaving a man, such as myself, utterly bored with naught but video games to entertain myself.”  He used hand motions as he spoke.

Sheniah smiled watching him.  She was in love with everything about him.  One day, hopefully he’d be just as in love with her.  Maybe.  They truly seemed made for each other.

Clearly having chosen to go home was the wrong decision. Laundry and a stack of bills greeted her as she entered her home from the garage.

Sheniah began lightly bouncing her foot in rhythm to the fan, “You silly woman.  Bowling or something.” she chided, eying the basket of laundry on her kitchen table.

And now she would be bored and lonely the rest of the afternoon.  At least her imagination could coax out things to pass the time before she went to work that night.

Sheniah smiled, happy to know he might be thinking of her too.
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A mans viewpoint


Mitch loved the way she smiled.  Her smile made his heart skip.  Sheniah was funny, intelligent, sharp witted.  And her figure was pretty great too.  Nicely rounded hips, perfect for carrying children one day.  Almond shaped eyes that widened when she was paying absolute attention.  That one lock of brown hair that always fell forward, no matter how many times she gently brushed it behind her ear.

Whenever she was with him, he loved to hold her hand.  It was soft and delicate in his grasp.

She was gentle, with a full heart and extensive mind.  He loved how she was passionate when she spoke about things that excited her.

Mitch admitted he was disappointed she couldn’t spend the rest of the afternoon with her.  Nevertheless, he had a campaign to run, and his gaming buddies would be starting their mission in less than an hour.  Perhaps they’d get to go bowling or canoeing another time.

Grabbing a snack, Mitch turned on the gaming consol and relaxed his hands around the controller, making sure his headset was plugged in and ready to go.