CHAPTER 9
Falling asleep on her partner's shoulder, Nikita Wolfe perceived her senses being drawn to the very center of her being by a force older than time. She felt as if she was vacating her material form and yet, drowning within herself.
Familiar shadows were being cast upon her, and she dissolved into them and they, into her, seeming to nourish each other. She felt full, empowered, and unbounded.
Her soul was expanding, but the direction in which it was expanding was a mystery.
She didn't ask herself questions because it was almost as though she knew that she had all the answers.
She floated in an infinite space, clear and clean, immersed in a liquid tangle of incomplete plots.
If she had been capable of fear in the condition she was in, she would have been alarmed by the vague perception of her essence being yanked back to reality.
She was again flesh and blood, but still saw Infinity reflected in the two dark eyes looking back at her.
Two eyes seeing Infinity in hers.
She smelled a thousand earthy scents blending together and recognized the unique scent of the forest. A scent she instinctively knew she loved.
And the grass.she felt it tickling her nude back and heard the murmurs of nature, the calling of a night owl.
There were other sounds too, sounds of coupling, which she heard coming closer and closer.
So close that she realized that she was producing them, at least in part.
There was man over her, chanting the ancient melody with her, claiming her for himself and giving himself to her.
The man was nude too and sweat slid between their bodies as he sweetly, pleasantly rocked against her, seeking in her moist warmth the only home he had ever known.
The man didn't look anything like Michael, but she felt that it couldn't be anyone but him.
No one but him.
He was about to say her name, but before she could hear it or read it on his lips, everything vanished and she was lost and alone in the deepest darkness, aching for the promised land she had just glimpsed.
Then in the darkness a mirror appeared and she went to it, listening to its obscure call.
The woman mirrored there was her but at the same time wasn't her. She was dressed like she was from another epoch, and the hair piled on the top of her head was a dark honey blonde instead of Nikita's almost white locks. She smiled, Nikita Wolfe's smile on her face, and mouthed at her from the mirror:
''There's a time for every purpose.''
The whisper of her alter ego seemed to materialize beyond the mirror and echo a thousand times in the darkness, getting stronger.
Deafening her.
Then Nikita Wolfe awoke to the commanding tone of her alarm clock.
It took her awhile to comprehend that it had been a dream and that this was her true form. It had all seemed so real. She could still smell the forest. The smell had seeped from her dreams. No, it had been more like a psychic perception. The woman in the mirror had been her. In another lifetime.
Her alter ego was trying to show her something.
But if it was so, then something else must have triggered their contact. Nikita tried to recall if she had done anything extraordinary last night.
''Oh, fuck!'' she exclaimed, bringing her hands up to cover her face.
Saying it out loud almost made her feel better.
Last night she had kissed Michael. An act of drunken bravado.
Astonishingly, Michael had kissed her back.
How on earth would she face him today?
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Falling asleep on her partner's shoulder, Nikita Wolfe perceived her senses being drawn to the very center of her being by a force older than time. She felt as if she was vacating her material form and yet, drowning within herself.
Familiar shadows were being cast upon her, and she dissolved into them and they, into her, seeming to nourish each other. She felt full, empowered, and unbounded.
Her soul was expanding, but the direction in which it was expanding was a mystery.
She didn't ask herself questions because it was almost as though she knew that she had all the answers.
She floated in an infinite space, clear and clean, immersed in a liquid tangle of incomplete plots.
If she had been capable of fear in the condition she was in, she would have been alarmed by the vague perception of her essence being yanked back to reality.
She was again flesh and blood, but still saw Infinity reflected in the two dark eyes looking back at her.
Two eyes seeing Infinity in hers.
She smelled a thousand earthy scents blending together and recognized the unique scent of the forest. A scent she instinctively knew she loved.
And the grass.she felt it tickling her nude back and heard the murmurs of nature, the calling of a night owl.
There were other sounds too, sounds of coupling, which she heard coming closer and closer.
So close that she realized that she was producing them, at least in part.
There was man over her, chanting the ancient melody with her, claiming her for himself and giving himself to her.
The man was nude too and sweat slid between their bodies as he sweetly, pleasantly rocked against her, seeking in her moist warmth the only home he had ever known.
The man didn't look anything like Michael, but she felt that it couldn't be anyone but him.
No one but him.
He was about to say her name, but before she could hear it or read it on his lips, everything vanished and she was lost and alone in the deepest darkness, aching for the promised land she had just glimpsed.
Then in the darkness a mirror appeared and she went to it, listening to its obscure call.
The woman mirrored there was her but at the same time wasn't her. She was dressed like she was from another epoch, and the hair piled on the top of her head was a dark honey blonde instead of Nikita's almost white locks. She smiled, Nikita Wolfe's smile on her face, and mouthed at her from the mirror:
''There's a time for every purpose.''
The whisper of her alter ego seemed to materialize beyond the mirror and echo a thousand times in the darkness, getting stronger.
Deafening her.
Then Nikita Wolfe awoke to the commanding tone of her alarm clock.
It took her awhile to comprehend that it had been a dream and that this was her true form. It had all seemed so real. She could still smell the forest. The smell had seeped from her dreams. No, it had been more like a psychic perception. The woman in the mirror had been her. In another lifetime.
Her alter ego was trying to show her something.
But if it was so, then something else must have triggered their contact. Nikita tried to recall if she had done anything extraordinary last night.
''Oh, fuck!'' she exclaimed, bringing her hands up to cover her face.
Saying it out loud almost made her feel better.
Last night she had kissed Michael. An act of drunken bravado.
Astonishingly, Michael had kissed her back.
How on earth would she face him today?
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