In My Dreams
This is a long abandoned drabble that I rediscovered while clearing my Documents folder. It's a one shot and I hope readers enjoy it.
I thought her resigning would be the end of it but I had not anticipated that she would appear in my thoughts and in my dreams, each one more vivid than the last. One night I dreamt that we were dancing, I was holding her close and she was looking at me so sweetly that I felt my heart melt.
Last night I dreamt that she was in my arms, calling out my name as I kissed her and stroked her pale flawless skin. It was so real that when I woke up, I thought she was next to me.
Today I received that letter from Murray in response to my enquiries about her and her son – where she was living, if she had found work (as a day maid for a local family), her son winning prizes and achieving the highest grades in school. I felt a surge of pride for the boy almost as if he was my own son.
I made up my mind to see her. But what would I say? How would she react? Does she even want to see me? Did I still desire her now as I did then? So many questions swirling around my mind but none of it were important. I have to see her, that's all what matters.
After seeing Travis, I made my way to her house, situated in a quiet cul de sac not far from the town centre. When I found myself in front of the door, I raised my hand to knock but for a moment, I hesitated.
Just knock for goodness sake; I scolded myself as I finally took the plunge.
I must have knocked around two or three times until I heard a familiar voice. "I'm coming!"
My heart leapt as the door opened and I was for the first time in months face to face with the woman haunting my dreams.
"Jane," I finally manage to find my voice.
"My lord," she eyed me with a mixture of surprise and wariness.
"Please call me Robert," I said as I opened my arms and after some wavering on her part, moved into the circle of my embrace. She rested her head on my shoulder while my cheek was pressed against her hair.
For a few moments we did not speak as I continued to hold her in my arms. I am certain that my feelings for her now are as strong as they were then.
THE END
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