drrieux

A continuation:

Her bed was plain and seemingly uninspired, but on the contrary it isnt the dressings on it that show its true colors. The adventures, romances, and tragedies within the sheets in that state of slumber are what design the beauty of it. Kneeling in front of the bed she began her nightly prayers; general run of the mill prayers of the common believer, praying for the well being of her family and those close to her, for the unfortunate who cannot pull themselves out of the situations they have been encumbered in and placing a special addendum about this strange feeling that has come over her, asking for clarification. The strange thing about her prayers is that no one ever taught her about the bible or took her to church, her idea of God developed of its own accord, not a sudden realization, but a process over a lifetime. For her there was always a lingering feeling that something was always over her shoulder, keeping a watchful eye on her actions. Not in the sense that it was interfering on or against her behalf, but was just watching like the loving eyes of a mother whose child struggles with forming its words or trying to stand on its own. So she began to pray, not for things in a direct sense, but simply for guidance in decisions important in her life. Whether or not this really had any affect it gave her a feeling of self assurance and the confidence to proceed with what she felt was right. She scarcely had time to place her head on the pillow before that dark veil of sleep consumed her. However, the blackness of her eyelids closing was brief, for her dreams came so rapidly that she scarcely has time to ward off the image of her room before they began. An almost seamless transition occurred. One moment she was in her bedroom, the next she was on a boat out at sea.
The air was calm and cool, hinting of the early autumn chill. The rocked and swayed as the water gently exerted itself against the port side of the boat in a hypnotizing, rhythmic fashion. The sun had hidden itself behind the horizon and the last of its residual rays has disappeared. The velvet night sky was interrupted by the brilliance of the full moon hanging low on the horizon, seeming to rise up straight out of the ocean. It was larger than she had ever seen it before and seemed so close. She lost herself in its glory for a moment and nearly fell overboard reaching out to grasp at the glowing orb. Despite the brightness of the moon, more stars that she had ever imagined could be seen. Lying down on the deck, she tried to soak up the scenery surrounding her. It filled her with such exuberance that she could hardly contain her joy, as if all these stars, so beautifully constructed, had been placed there just for her at this very moment. As she was breathing in there was a noise outside of the vessel. Sitting up and peering over the railing she could make out something floating in the water that resembled a slightly human form. Hello, she called out to it. Hearing no response, she called out again, squinting hard to try and make out what exactly it was. More splashing occurred and finally the light of the moon cast its gaze on the figure of a man floating on his back drifting away from the boat. The body didnt appear to be at a loss of life, but was floating of its own accord. Though she could plainly see all the features of this man, she couldnt discern his face despite her best effort. She felt compulsively drawn to this man, who was drifting further and further away from the boat. Her curiosity and the gravity, which the man exuded, were so great that she leapt into the water and began swimming after him.. The salt water was strangely warm and felt pleasant around her body. Looking for her target, she engaged in pursuit, quietly skimming through the water. She was astounded how effortlessly she traversed the water, almost as if it wasnt even there. Yet, the faster she went, the farther away he was. After struggling for what seemed like an eternity she gave up the chase and turned over to lie on her back to stare at the sky. To her great surprise there was a sudden warmth around her and a feeling that she couldnt describe and the man was right next to her. Hearing his breathing and the water splashing against his body, she turned to look at the face of the person she had been so vigilant for. But before she had the chance to see his face the loud singing of a drunk outside her open window roused her from her sleep.