Truth Out Of Darkness
Chapter 2
Not faraway, however, someone else is having a very nice dream.
His dream plays like a scene from a movie. Two people are slow dancing to the strains of "Unchained Melody" surrounded by other couples. They are lost in a sea of moving bodies but they might as well be alone. A tall willowy brunette is dancing close with an even taller man.
Even the smallest detail stands out in this dream of memory. Chloe's long, thick lustrous hair is pulled up and held with many bejeweled barrettes that sparkle like brilliant diamonds. She is wearing a simple, yet elegant black gown that flows over her shapely figure. The spaghetti straps show off her soft shoulders and long neck.
Yet more important than how she looks is how she feels to Brady, dancing so close to him, wrapped in his arms with her head on his chest. He feels drawn to her as he lowers his head to smell her hair. As always, she smells of exotic flowers. He finds himself caressing her hair with his lips.
His dream fast-forwards to another moment later that night. In a dark cellar of the Dimera mansion, they play their favorite game and banter playful insults back and forth. When suddenly, he's touching her, his hands cupping her long neck. He steps behind her, his arms around her waist, moving his hands to her hips, their faces so close. What was that in her eyes? Did he imagine that flash of desire? Now he has his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his head on her chest. Her heartbeats thunder in his ear, erratic, chaotic, like the jumble of thoughts and emotions he's experiencing. Too soon though, she pulls away, the moment ends.
The dream continues with a dizzying swirl of images. Snow fights in the park, a pier at night, a magical gazebo. And always she is there, smiling, blue eyes shining. He reaches out for her….
And bolts upright in bed. A moment goes by, the dream image still echoing in his mind, that last vision of Chloe before him, arms open.
Whoa, Brady. Get a grip man. He still sees her and sighs, What am I going to do?
Chapter 2
Not faraway, however, someone else is having a very nice dream.
His dream plays like a scene from a movie. Two people are slow dancing to the strains of "Unchained Melody" surrounded by other couples. They are lost in a sea of moving bodies but they might as well be alone. A tall willowy brunette is dancing close with an even taller man.
Even the smallest detail stands out in this dream of memory. Chloe's long, thick lustrous hair is pulled up and held with many bejeweled barrettes that sparkle like brilliant diamonds. She is wearing a simple, yet elegant black gown that flows over her shapely figure. The spaghetti straps show off her soft shoulders and long neck.
Yet more important than how she looks is how she feels to Brady, dancing so close to him, wrapped in his arms with her head on his chest. He feels drawn to her as he lowers his head to smell her hair. As always, she smells of exotic flowers. He finds himself caressing her hair with his lips.
His dream fast-forwards to another moment later that night. In a dark cellar of the Dimera mansion, they play their favorite game and banter playful insults back and forth. When suddenly, he's touching her, his hands cupping her long neck. He steps behind her, his arms around her waist, moving his hands to her hips, their faces so close. What was that in her eyes? Did he imagine that flash of desire? Now he has his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his head on her chest. Her heartbeats thunder in his ear, erratic, chaotic, like the jumble of thoughts and emotions he's experiencing. Too soon though, she pulls away, the moment ends.
The dream continues with a dizzying swirl of images. Snow fights in the park, a pier at night, a magical gazebo. And always she is there, smiling, blue eyes shining. He reaches out for her….
And bolts upright in bed. A moment goes by, the dream image still echoing in his mind, that last vision of Chloe before him, arms open.
Whoa, Brady. Get a grip man. He still sees her and sighs, What am I going to do?