Dreams – Stevie Nicks
Now here you go again
You say you want your freedom
Well who am I to keep you down
It's only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat … drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you …
And what you had …
And what you lost
Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say … Women … They will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean … you'll know
Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions
I keep my visions to myself
It's only me
Who wants to wrap around your dreams and …
Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness
Like a heartbeat … drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had…
And what you lost
What you had
And what you lost
Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say … Women … They will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean … you'll know
She stood in the night air, the breeze caressing her hair and dress. She was a vision in the garden. It's most beautiful flower. "Colin."
"Thank you for meeting me." It was risky meeting here. He knew that. Her mother could easily happen upon them. But she was worth the risk. "I apologize for the late hour, but I had to see you immediately." It was impossible staying away from her. He glanced behind her to make sure they were alone.
"What is it?" He had not meant to alarm her, but seeing as she did not leave the house especially since the events at the Hawkins ball, he was desperate.
"Pen, I uh… I have not been able to sleep, not been able to .. eat." Anyone who knew him, knew that was rare. "I, I can … I can barely speak these days." He was barely coherent. "My entire thoughts consumed by …" Words were failing him, right when he needed them most.
"By what?" Her voice, so breathy that he found the courage to go on.
"By our kiss." A kiss that shouldn't have blown his mind, but had. "By you." The woman who had been right in front of him all these years and yet he only just saw her now. The brightness of her yellow wardrobe deflecting his attention but also his own ignorance was to blame as well, he realised now.
"I … I feel the same." Thank God. It would have served him right if she had told him that she was only interested in being friends. "You occupy my every thought."
Relief poured through him as surge forward to kiss the woman who completed him. His missing half. He could feel her tiny hands gripping his arms as though she couldn't get close enough to him. Bracing their bodies against the marble garden entrance without their lips breaking contact, he savoured her sweetness.
The sound of her passion filled gasps as she uttered his name on a releasing breath spurred him on as he kissed his way down her neck. "Colin. Colin." He could not get enough of her. "Colin."
And then he woke. He was dreaming of Penelope Featherington. How had one kiss, well actually two, affected him so strongly? The dream so vivid that he could still feel her soft curves against his hard body. And yet there was nothing he wanted more than to kiss her again. Being friends was no longer enough. He wanted more. But did she?