Chapter Four: Behind the Wall of Sleep
Manny looked into her eyes and felt herself smile. This girl, this woman, she was so beautiful. She pulled at Manny's heart, made her dancing on the inside. She made her giddy with knowing the woman was staring right back at her.
She couldn't have been that old, nineteen at the most. But she was so luxurious, not one soul could ever mind her age.
With a waterfall of reddish-orange hair, strawberry-blonde to most, and eyes so green any cat would be envious, Manny was enthralled. Her lips were full and soft, a pink not much darker than her pale white skin. Her figure was curvaceous, her style impeccable.
"Hello, Manny," her Dream Girl said, and her voice was full of feminine sexuality and a touch of childlike innocence. Both husky and sweet, it was the perfect voice to match her perfect face.
"How…"
"Shh, don't say another word," the Dream Girl whispered, putting a finger over Manny's lips. Manny swallowed and nodded. She wanted desperately to ask who she was, how she knew Manny, where she came from. The Dream Girl smiled again, putting off sex like a perfume. She moved her finger and leaned in, placing her lips so delicately where her finger once lie.
Her hands entangled in Manny's hair, Manny felt herself kiss the woman back. Giddy with lust, Manny wanted to drink her in and wear her essence like a dress made just for her.
Manny wrapped her arms around the woman's neck, her hands thrust into the woman's hair, and pressed the Dream Girl closer and closer.
I love you, Manny thought.
The woman smiled and drew back. "I love you, too."
Manny shot up from her bed and felt sweat trickling down her spine, her forehead, all over. She began to shake and looked around. Night had set in; the click by her bedside read 11:52.
"No," Manny whispered. But she thought back to the woman, the woman of her dreams, and felt her heart beat a little faster, a little more lovingly.
"Oh, god," Manny choked, and she began to weep.