It was a Saturday and I was sitting under a willow hiding from the fire bastard hung in the sky. It never really gets to be sunny here, where ever here is, but when it does it scorches the earth. Turns the spring grass from its vibrant green to a dismal brown that always gave me the sense that as I made my way across fields it was merely turning to ash below my feet. So as I sat there I pondered how I was going to make it back to the property without furthering damaging my skin. I had been walking all day and the sun’s love had embraced me and I as began to feel a bit euphoric it brought me back to reality, burning me for being so greedy. Finally, I decided that I would make a run for the property about a quarter-mile away and let the sun get its last touches.
Arriving at the property, whose property I don’t know, I leaned against the cold stone of the archway catching my breath as the sweat ran over, my now, strawberry skin. As I caught my breath I moved further in to the premise, making my way along the cobble stone entryway to a fountain located just before the entrance to the main house. It was quite a strange fountain as each level seemed to levitate, as a ruby rose-red spout water over its pedals and over the sides of the levitating discuses, and into the fountain’s base, a large marble structure. My thirst ran over my rationale and so I made my way to the fountain, closed my eyes, and began to drink. It was the most delicious water I had ever tasted and was so cool to the lips. Suddenly, I feel the water break from my lips and be replaced with another’s lips kissing me. I open my eyes to see this girl, my age, standing there before me and I was dumbstruck. As to what she looked like I can’t really describe but the way I felt when she was near made me wonder, what heaven would be like? Then the room fell apart and I was left in darkness.
Now its eighteen years later and I am standing on the corner of 55th and 3rd, in a city of which I can’t name, in a suit that fits me like a glove. I look at my time and it’s just a little after three in the afternoon but the sky begins to block out the sun with the darkest of clouds. Rain starts to fall from the sky, like pennies thrown from the top of the Empire State Building, yet with no umbrella I stand unphased. I’m stolen by something that has caught my attention on the opposite side of the street. Who or what it was I can not describe but the feeling; the feeling was like the one from eighteen years ago by the fountain. But I didn’t move I sat there, in the rain, and everything fell and back into darkness again.
I wake up surrounded by water, I’m drowning! I shoot myself upwards and break through the water sending in all directions. Running my hands through my hair I feel suds of shampoo and I realize that I was actually in a tub. Feeling relieved I get out of the tub and get dressed in a suit hung on the back of the door. Looking in the mirror, I am startled by what I see in my reflection, an older me. I leave the bathroom in my suit that fits much looser than the one from before but it feels more relaxed. As I make my way down the stairs of this home, I assume is mine, I begin to feel the warmth that I had on the corner, and eighteen years before that as a boy. Finally, I begin to become aware of this feeling that has been there all the time. And that feeling is…
I wake up, it’s a little after three…
