Lightning streaks across the midnight sky, thunder raging its invisible voice, shaking the surrounding buildings with its fury and might. Rain falls on the empty streets, washing clean the sins and transgressions of the people that walked before, ready to take in the hope that humanity could offer. Despite the lateness of the hour, a single window cast it's soft glow into the darkness beyond, a glimmer of hope amidst a monstrous storm that claimed the town as its prey and sent it's patrons running for cover.
Her green eyes opened as thunder growled all around, lightly shaking her windows before fading into the darkness once again. The black sheet that draped above her double bed barely stirred in the breeze from her small fan, but her white Christmas lights gave a comfort amod the torrid and turbulent conditions outside. The fresh scent of honeysuckle worked as well as a shot of vodka to steady her nerves and eased the waking process as she ran a hand through her hair and lifted herself into a seated position.
Everything seemed so normal after her dream, and she was glad for the familiar comforts of her one bedroom apartment that told her the events were nothing but the result of late nights and too much time spent on YouTube videos. It was a safe haven against any and all dangers that lurked in the physical as well as the mental, and at this moment, she let herself become attuned to the atmosphere to drive away the gloom.
Her bookcase lined the same wall as her desk where notebooks littered the top, pencils scattered over the loose papers and among the empty coffee cups from days past. A single chair sat next to a widow, a lone manga seated on the small table adjacent, propped open to the last page she'd visited the night before. Her oak dresser and beaureau on the far wall stood like stalkers in the shadows, waiting to ambush any threat that may present itself. This room has been created after months of hard work and dedication, and it was her favorite place to haunt after a long night at work, or when the rain fell upon the earth during a calm and quiet night. A creature of habit was the label she proudly carried, and it was forever stitched upon her heart.
Pushing herself from the bed, she padded in her bare feet across the hardwood floor to the window beside the bed, and stared out at the night that lay beyond, a smile creeping across her features. Nights like this were always her favorite, for the sheer fact that the aura of the world changed just enough to allow a calm to go over the human world. Empathys rejoiced on these nights when the ambience would settle and they could tune in to the magic of the universe and feel at peace with life and themselves. The greatest poems were written on these nights, and shared for all the world to enjoy. More people would come to know true beauty through these stories, and she hoped to, one day, add her own to the mix and see who understood the messages. For now, she was grateful to be among the nameless and faceless who roamed the streets and wrote their dreams on paper. It was liberating, freeing, timeless, ageless, and absolutely beautiful.
His scent came on the winds, rolling in like the first sink into a warm bath. His arms encircled and pulled her gently to him, cradling his beloved goddess of the arts and the spirit world; his savior and his muse. Through her work, he had opened his eyes to a world he'd never imagined, but once seen, could never be forgotten . He wanted to swim through those stories until time ceased to exist, and through his life with her, he'd made that dream a reality.
What he never knew was that, through him, she'd found the courage to chase that dream and live it, and found the safety she'd been searching for since childhood. He'd given life to her voice and, together, they created a home where everything they xpuld dream of came to life, and was their sanctuary in an unpredictable world. Nothing and no one had ever been ever been able to shake it, or break it, and they were free to be themselves and be loved for all of it.
Pressing a kiss to his lips, she turned in his arms and wrapped her own around him, feeling the strong beat of his heart as she pressed close, his loving soul pulling her home to him. Her forehead laid softly against his, and the night, that had seemed unsure, was made whole. In his arms, she had her world and his love, and there was no where else she ever wanted to be.
As the storm continued its tirade on the earth and it's inhabitants, the lovers returned to their solace. As they pledged their love and lives to each other, the universe faded into sweet nothingness and they rode the waves of pleasure into oblivion and beyond; a time and place no one could imagine; a world where the forests were plenty, the old world was alive and well, and they were the masters of all that lay before them.
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