(In the last installment, Eric was standing on the porch lost in his thoughts as normal, when he was interrupted with a tap on the shoulder. He turns to notice that it is the person for whom he has shared time with. The breeze softly blows as Eric turns to see who awakes him from another unconscious dream).

The nights seem longer when you are alone. Actually they are longer when you are alone by choice. The days accelerate as the morning turns to the afternoon. However, when the sun is extinguished and the moonlight guides people home, so too does the darkness slow. Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder, accompanied by a familiar soft scent of black raspberry. As I turn, the silhouette of a familiar frame stands before me. “Eric why do you stand out here and avoid all these people? You are being anti social.” As my eyes focus, the vision of Cheryl appears, pulling herself from the party to check upon me.

‘It’s not that Cheryl. Just have a lot on my mind is all.’

‘Why don’t you just go to her man?’ She asks.

‘Who are you referring to?’ I asked, shocked that she would say this.

‘Mariah!’ She said gritting her teeth. ‘I know you and I know you like her so just go to her. You might be surprised. Just don’t do it around work.’ Shocked and amazed, I stared at her for a moment to collect my self.

‘I’ve watched you around her clown. You obviously want to have something with her. It’s all in your body language around her. I’m sure she feels it. Women aren’t stupid you know,’ she said sarcastically. “You’re a nice guy Eric but you think too much. Life doesn’t have to be so hard, and neither do relationships.’

‘Cheryl, that’s you. You make it all sound so easy but if she doesn’t feel the same, I just don’t know what I’d do. She walks by and my whole world stands still for 5 seconds. I can smell her sweet scent of strawberry, the fineness of her dark silky hair, the smoothness of her flow as her legs move and her arms sway back and forth. She just is the epitome of what a woman should be,’ I explained to her.

‘Be careful Eric, you sound like a stalker. If it’s that important tell her. If not, then you need to move on. I’m going to head back to the party. Feel free to join me, but don’t continue to beat yourself up. Either you will say something or continue to stress a situation you seem to want to do nothing about.’

Cheryl kissed me on the cheek and returned to the party. As I placed my hands upon the cool white porch banister, her words echoed throughout my mind. Am I thinking too much and allowing this to turn into something that was impure? The world feels like it is bearing down on me. What makes emotions feel like you’re carrying a weight load of heavy cargo? Part of me wanted to get into my car and drive away, but Cheryl was more important than my own selfishness. I realize that everything isn’t about me; however, being in the same vicinity as Mariah has really taken an affect on me.

As the stars dance to the rhythm of the universe, my mind tells me to work on being stronger and more willing to take this chance needed. Maybe Cheryl is right and I’m giving Mariah too much power over my heart. It’s dangerous to give anyone power over your heart and mind. Words are easy to be spoken or thought, but my issue lies in believing them. Seems I’m playing my own therapist. Either I’m thinking about her constantly or I’m daydreaming about things that could happen between us. (Eric walks toward the porch steps to sit). The gray steps speak to me as I stand upon them to sit. The steps are the only thing that has spoken to me simply in the past hour or so. The sounds of nature are so easy to listen to because they are simple. Rarely do they hurt you or require deep thought to decipher.

My eyes examine the splits in the wood filled with gray paint and the wear from the weight they have had to hold for years. As I look to the left, a shadow of my body casts, making it seem as if someone was sitting next to me. As my eyes gaze upon the shadow, the vision of a body breaks the casting and soon a body fills the spot. The body is none other than Mariah. Sitting still, my mind is in turmoil unsure as to whether this is real or my imagination yet again playing tricks. Have I truly lost my mind or is she really sitting here? What do I say? Actually, this is a dream so I’ll treat it as such. “So do we continue where we left off in the dream?’ I ask her. “Sure…..Bring me up to speed on where we left off,” she cryptically spoke. It all seemed so right as this magical image sat before me. With our eyes locked on one another, my body leans toward her to touch her sweet lips with a soft unintrusive kiss. Her lips stay still as I touch them gently and feel the contours of their beautiful shape. Moving away, I noticed her eyes changed. No longer were they small, but bright and confused, totally different from my previous dreams of her. There were wrinkles in her brow, seemingly expressing confusion. Were my insecure thoughts bringing my fears to light in this dream? Were these dreams now taking over and running a show within my mind on their own? She looked at me as if she was stunned and I realized something was different about this daydream. This was no daydream, but a nightmare because she was real this time.

To be continued………

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