Notion (continuation)

Good morning, peeps.  As promised, I'll work on the next story now.  With a rough guideline, I suppose spontaneity really helps fill in the gaps.

However this one will be slightly shorter, because recollecting a dream is trivial.  Moreover, if that dream was about a month ago.

Radiance

It was all a blur.  I awake to the gentle warmth of the sun permeating through the curtains, prancing along my left cheek like dancing kids in the eve of spring.  The feeling of clarity with a swirl of disorientation filled the scene.  My vision was clouded as the sudden intake of sunlight blinded me momentarily.  My legs felt heavy from fatigue, a clear indicator that I once again stayed up too late by the laptop.  But it was the weekend, the only luxury I can afford at this time, as the Saturday sun glows with a heightened intensity.

I finally managed to get myself upright, sitting at the side of the bed.  My head rested on my arms as I try to sort out the agenda for the day, carefully noting down any important hints or notes.  Nothing of the sort came to mind.  "Another day of reading the papers and playing football, I guess", as it seems almost arbitrary for every weekend to be so.

Then I felt a tinge behind me, as a pair of arms wrap around me from behind, forming a hug.  The gentle skin of a lady was unmistakable, but this was surreal.  How did a woman get here, why was she hugging me?  But I was succumbed by loneliness and depression, so I didn't question myself.  I just sat there, head down, feeling her chin softly resting on my shoulder.

She whispered into my right ear: "Don't leave me, don't leave this bed.  Please".  My senses grew more accustomed to my surroundings as my room reverted to its livelier color.  But the yearning to not leave this bed, to abandon the comfort of which I kept looking for, was almost unbearable.  Finally, I managed to clear my throat and softly tell this subtle, gentle figure: "I'm sorry, but I can't cling on to what was.  I need to get up from this bed.  I need to do something about this, and not lay around to be happy enough.  I want to strive for my own happiness.  That's why I must leave.  And I'm sorry".

As the last words slip my mouth, she lets go of me and backs away.  I was expecting a retaliation of anger and frustration, but none of the sort came.  She calmly retreated to the bed, and lay there in silence.  There was no emotion about her, and I couldn't tell what she felt or was thinking.

But I got out of bed.  My two feet felt the varnished wood as I proceeded to pull back the curtains.  Light filled every crevice of the room as the skies shine a pale blue.  I grinned a little and looked back at the bed.  She was gone, almost ethereal-like.  As if my mind was placing me on trial.  And I passed.

END

Okay, that took me 20 minutes to do.  I think the story's okay.  So cheers, and happy reading.

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