Just a quick concept I whipped up of Mike coming up with the rain dream again. Nothing bigger than that. It's kind of like a Reasons chapter, actually. I should do these more often - keep my writing exercised. I wasn't sure if I should post this here, but you know what, why not.
My lungs still burned from all that time I spent under the water, and my head still ached from the war my thoughts had been in mere seconds ago. The water felt thick and slimy from the various plants and other things I didn't want to think about living in it, and a horrid swampy taste filled my mouth, both from being so close to it and from attempting to breathe it in earlier. This definitely wasn't the most romantic environment I could have been in.
And yet, with Zoey's lips pressed against mine, none of that seemed to matter. After the extended nightmare I'd just escaped, I was simply happy that I could physically feel anything anymore… especially since one of those things was her.
I rested my hands on her hips and closed my eyes as I pressed into her kiss. It wasn't exactly the best tasting kiss we'd ever shared, but I just couldn't get over the fact that I could do this at all.
My hair stuck to my forehead and the back of my neck with water. Her wet hands cupped my face, and my pinkies pressed against the wet skin of her lower back.
Water… an image filled my mind of Zoey and I kissing in the rain. It felt oddly familiar… had we ever done that before? No, thinking about it, that wasn't it. And yet, it still felt like an image I'd seen before. As if I'd had dreams of how cute she'd look with her pigtails hanging down in the rain, and how I'd like to lick the droplets of water from her mouth.
It was definitely an image I wanted to hold onto. Kissing Zoey in the rain. That was a dream I could definitely come back to time and time again, and maybe even try to enact if we were ever together on a rainy day.
But I'd never thought of that before, had I? It was so nice; why did I never consider it before? And if I was so sure I'd never considered it before, then why did the idea seem so vaguely familiar? Surely if I'd thought it before, the memory would be clear instead of vague. This wasn't something I'd ever willingly forget.
How strange…