Date: August / 25th/ 2021
Location: Loch Haven, N.C.
Time: 9:15 p.m.
The night feels exceptionally cool for an early August evening. A gentle breeze blows the orchids lined up along the small deck as Iris pulls back the drapes and peers out the window. She sees the full moons' glowing light shining down on the deserted beach calling to her almost like a beacon. She quickly grabs her light blue nylon jacket and heads out the back door.
Every night for the past two weeks someone has been calling to her, but every time she takes a walk along the beach she is always alone. The voice that calls to her while she sleeps is still fresh in her mind. An image of a man vaguely touches at the corner of her mind. She has to force her mind to dig deep to draw his features to the surface.
‘Soon Iris, we will meet’.
She spends an hour each evening on the beach hoping to encounter the one whose deep, rich, and hypnotic voice comes to her only in her dreams. Before stepping inside, Iris gazes up at the shimmering bed of stars.
Back in the house, in the warmth of her bed, she dreams of the one that will someday come to her….
How would one describe this man? Well, if he were a coffee flavor one could call him, 'A Cup of Desire', with his piercing green eyes, short, dark, wavy hair, and muscles that could have been chiseled from stone. He is always dressed in the finest clothing from a time period Iris doesn’t recognize. He never speaks to her directly, only gazes into her eyes and she hears him as if their minds are linked. His voice is soft but deep. You could almost describe it as a feeling of being caressed. The dream is always the same with the exception that she remembers bits and pieces of what he tells her each time. Iris has come to think of her dreams as a puzzle that she needs to finish to win the ultimate prize.
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As Iris rouses from sleep the next morning, she catches herself smiling and a little flushed from her dream. She hesitates a little before climbing out of bed even though she knows that work is calling. If only she could go back to the dream.
At work, she stares at the computer screen as her mind drifts back to the stranger in her dreams.
‘Who is this stranger haunting her dreams? What does he want?’ She wonders. ‘Is he even real?’ These thoughts occupy her mind throughout the day.
Back at home after dinner, Iris sets out for her routine walk along the deserted beach. As she steps out onto the deck a strange feeling overwhelms her. The wind caresses her cheek softly as if a hand is touching it lovingly.
'This night is going to be different,' she thinks to herself. 'I can feel it.'
To be Continued . . . .