Max closed his eyes against the bright morning son that invaded the dimness of the room through a gap in the curtains. What a morning though! He could, would remember it and the pervious night for the rest of his days.
He rolled onto his side and studied the girl next to him. Liz lay sleeping, her beautiful dark hair loose and tumbling over the blankets which covered them. It was so quiet around them that he could here the sound of her gentle breathing.
This was the first time he had ever been able to watch her sleep and as he settled back down next to her memories of the last few hours came back to him. It had been perfect, she had surrounded him, even in his mind when they had connected and visions of stars and distant galaxies had drawn them closer together . He remembered his own delight at seeing the surprise in her eyes when that had happened, both of them together in the promise of what was to come.
A few months ago Max could never have envisioned being this close to her, the crevice between them, caused by circumstances beyond both of their control had brought about pain unendurable, Max had never felt so utterly miserable, so incomplete, in his entire life. And now the reverse had happened, yet Max felt, as he twisted a lock of his soulmate's hair between his fingers had a premonition that even though they were together again things were in no way going to be simple....
Liz was dreaming. It was one of those dreams where she *knew* she was dreaming. It was also not her dream. Yet how she knew that she couldn't tell. She was standing alone in the desert at the top of a mountain. The desert wind swirled below her and threw the sandstorm being swept up in it she could make out the shadowy figure, whose dream she guessed this was.
There was a sudden flash as the sky above them seemed to peel back revealing a backdrop of stars shining on velvet. One in particular shone a fierce blue and Liz suddenly realising she was attuned to the stranger below her could feel that star calling to the stranger...calling him home? He was climbing towards her now but walked right past her unaware. The star seemed to grow bigger in the sky until it seemed as if she could reach out and touch it. She blinked against it's light until she recognised the one now silhouetted against, who seemed to be on the verge of leaving this place.
*Max!* she cried as the figure at last started to turn.
She awoke before he did.
Liz now studied the sleeping Max, who had kept one arm wrapped possessively around her. He had drifted off into a light doze As she ran her fingers through his hair she had the sudden realisation that something was different. No, not just *that*. But something else entirely. Ever since he had allowed her to *see* him, her mind felt altered...but even that wasn't accurate and now she had had that dream...
She had just gone through an amazing life changing experience, she had never thought she could feel like that, and now she had awoken with this strange feeling, what did it all mean?
(Please tell me if I should continue with this)
He rolled onto his side and studied the girl next to him. Liz lay sleeping, her beautiful dark hair loose and tumbling over the blankets which covered them. It was so quiet around them that he could here the sound of her gentle breathing.
This was the first time he had ever been able to watch her sleep and as he settled back down next to her memories of the last few hours came back to him. It had been perfect, she had surrounded him, even in his mind when they had connected and visions of stars and distant galaxies had drawn them closer together . He remembered his own delight at seeing the surprise in her eyes when that had happened, both of them together in the promise of what was to come.
A few months ago Max could never have envisioned being this close to her, the crevice between them, caused by circumstances beyond both of their control had brought about pain unendurable, Max had never felt so utterly miserable, so incomplete, in his entire life. And now the reverse had happened, yet Max felt, as he twisted a lock of his soulmate's hair between his fingers had a premonition that even though they were together again things were in no way going to be simple....
Liz was dreaming. It was one of those dreams where she *knew* she was dreaming. It was also not her dream. Yet how she knew that she couldn't tell. She was standing alone in the desert at the top of a mountain. The desert wind swirled below her and threw the sandstorm being swept up in it she could make out the shadowy figure, whose dream she guessed this was.
There was a sudden flash as the sky above them seemed to peel back revealing a backdrop of stars shining on velvet. One in particular shone a fierce blue and Liz suddenly realising she was attuned to the stranger below her could feel that star calling to the stranger...calling him home? He was climbing towards her now but walked right past her unaware. The star seemed to grow bigger in the sky until it seemed as if she could reach out and touch it. She blinked against it's light until she recognised the one now silhouetted against, who seemed to be on the verge of leaving this place.
*Max!* she cried as the figure at last started to turn.
She awoke before he did.
Liz now studied the sleeping Max, who had kept one arm wrapped possessively around her. He had drifted off into a light doze As she ran her fingers through his hair she had the sudden realisation that something was different. No, not just *that*. But something else entirely. Ever since he had allowed her to *see* him, her mind felt altered...but even that wasn't accurate and now she had had that dream...
She had just gone through an amazing life changing experience, she had never thought she could feel like that, and now she had awoken with this strange feeling, what did it all mean?
(Please tell me if I should continue with this)