Like A Dream
There she was, on the horizon. She was walking towards him purposefully and saying his name
"Charles! Charles! I need to tell you something!" she shouted over to him. She looked different, her hair. It was flowing down her back instead of being tied up. And she was wearing slightly tighter clothes, with a higher skirt. She looked, if possible, more beautiful than ever. But she looked troubled. "Charles. I need to talk to you."
"Yes Elsie?" he replied innocently.
"I...I...I love you."
Charles Carson woke up with a start. He'd been having similar dreams for a while now. Though more frequently than usual recently. He sighed and rolled over and got up from his small, but comfortable, bed. He dressed quickly and set about his usual routine. He didn't think about the dream until lunchtime because he was too busy helping out. He pondered over the meaning of it. He desperately wanted it to be true not a dream, but a memory.
Elsie Hughes strode towards him, "Mr Carson?". He turned round slowly. "Charles?" she said softly. It was so like his dream he had to shake himself to make sure it wasn't a dream. "Are you OK, Mr Carson?" she asked worriedly as he shook.
He stopped shaking and looked at her beautiful face, "Yes Mrs Hughes? I'm am absolutely fine, thank you. What did you want to ask me?"
She looked relieved and his heart soared.
"Sleep with me? Please?"
He didn't even need to think, he simply took her hand lead her upstairs and they made glorious love all afternoon.
