Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Overactive Imagination

"Quick hurry, up here. We will be safe up here."

We entered a large room that looked like it was an attic. There was a thick layer of dust every where and a few piece of broken furniture thrown about the room. But besides that there was just us.

Two large windows that looked down onto the yard. I heard children playing outside on the street. I watched them run around chasing a ball. They looked happy and sweet, even cute but I felt nothing for them. How could these be my children? If they were my children, then why didn't my heart know them? Why didn't my body ache to be near them? Why? Why? Why?

"It's alright. Don't force it, you will remember. Give yourself time," Davin said as he gave my arm a supportive squeeze.

"I just don't get it. I just don't understand how I could have children and not remember them. How could I not know, people that I birthed, people that came from inside of me? And him," I gestured to the man outside mowing the grass in the back yard, "How can he be my husband. I feel nothing for him. He is a stranger to me."

"Jen, I know its confusing but its true. You have to trust me. Do you trust me?" We were standing face to face and Davin held my shoulders and seemed to shake me while he asked the question.

His eyes pieced mine. For the first time in days, I felt something familiar. I felt like I belonged here with him. I felt like there was more to us then he was letting on.

"Do You Trust Me?" He said again but this time more forceful than the last. We were standing even closer now, almost too close. But it did not feel wrong. I did not try and pull away. Just the opposite in fact, I wanted to be even closer.

"Promise me that no matter what, you will always trust me." His voice seemed to soften and fade away as he spoke those words.

I could sense that he was trying to be strong, trying to figure out away to separate from me but his eyes did not deliver the same message. In his eyes, I could see the longing, the love, the passion.

I started to nod my head in agreement when his radio crackled. "Davin...... Davin..... Do you read me? They are approaching."

My heart began to race. I did not know who they were but I knew what they wanted. Me. I was the reason for their attacks. I was the reason that Davin was here, risking his life. Me. Danger seemed to find me no matter where I was.

I could feel all the muscles in my body tense up and I know that Davin felt it too. "You just have to trust. I promise you will be alright. I promise to let nothing ever happen to you."

And with that, he pulled me close to him. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I let myself go in his arms. I let him kiss me long and hard. I let him take my breath way.

I knew that this was not the first time that we kissed. I knew that I wasn't suppose to be kissing him. I knew that we weren't suppose to have feelings for each other but it couldn't be helped. I felt connected to him. I felt like we belonged together and been together for many, many years. His kiss, his arms, his embrace, all were familiar and comforting.

"Davin. Davin....." the radio at his side seemed to scream at us, breaking up our embrace, "They have your location."

"They know."

"Davin, DO YOU READ ME?"

"THEY ARE HERE!"

The panic in my chest was raising. I could hear they buzzing outside the door. The buzzing seemed to rattle the whole attic.

"RUN !" Davin screamed at me. "Run and hide. I will try and hold them off."

I didn't want to leave his side. I wanted to stay with him. I wanted for us to run together. But that wasn't an option. So I ran. But every where I went the buzzing followed. It seemed to surround me there was no escaping it.

As I tried to hide myself in a seemly empty room, I heard Davin fighting. I could not see what he was fighting, I only herd the buzzing or was is growling. Yes, it seemed now to be low snore like growling and it was getting closer.

I covered my ears but I could not escape the growl.

It was getting closer.

Closer

CLOSER

I knew it was right on the other side of the wall from me. I knew this was going to be the final attack. I heard the growling louder than ever. It was all I could hear. The sound was every where. I could not block it out.

Davin....... Help me!

*****

Then I woke up. It was all a dream. Seriously, this is what my dreams are like. Do you know what that growling was that I kept hearing all around me? The noise that freaked me out so badly that I woke up with my heart racing?

What was that noise?

Why nothing but my own snoring.

Nice.

21 comments:

MIITB said...

Hahah, well thank goodness you snore because that was a great story. If Davin sparkled and twinkled you may just have the next twilight :)

And I've woken myself up snoring many times

Emily said...

Hilarious! How do you remember those vivid dreams and where did the name Davin come from?

Emmy said...

You should totally write those down, that is the making of a good book!

And that is how I often dream too. I am often not even in my dreams, I am just there watching them and commenting on them unfold.

Kathy B! said...

This Davin should come and visit me! My dreams aren't nearly so exciting :)

Trac~ said...

Send Davin my way - he sounds HOT and HANDSOME! LOL Wish I was having these kinds of hot and heavy dreams! HA - keep enjoying it and do as the other posters said, write them down - it will make a GREAT book! :o)

Michelle said...

I am laughing so hard....you are my daily dose of humor. :)

Davin? Do you actually know anyone with that name?

Karen said...

I swear, snoring can mess with the best of dreams. I guess there is only so much Davin could do to make that stop.

Children of the 90s said...

Haha, that is too funny! I've had a similar experience but with my sister's snoring when we shared a hotel room. I thought a train was barreling through my room. Really, she just had a sinus infection.

shortmama said...

Your dreams seem to be just as vivid as mine!

lsnellings said...

Okay...that is a book I want to read! Please write it!

And Davin sounds hot! Can my dreams borrow him?

Connie said...

What a great dream...I mean story. Well...up until you had to hide and the growling thing was trying to get you.

Chief said...

I hate it when I have a dream and never get to see how it ends. damned snores!

Susie said...

Wow!! You need to write a book, girl! Now!

CaraBee said...

Great story, Jen!! Seriously, you need to write a book!

And I never wake myself up snoring. Not me. No way. Right.

Jenni said...

You have WAY better dreams than I do...

Liz Mays said...

Whoa, girl. That's a real dream. No wonder you remember it so clearly!

cat said...

Goodness, glad I am too tired to dream at present. That sounds terrifying. And who is Davin?

Summer said...

Ooooh, you got me back with this dream!!!

I was all, SERIOUSLY JEN!!! You cheated?

Whew, I can rest easier today knowing it was all a dream.

BTW, see you in VEGAS!

Jenners said...

I'm seeing a series of book -- The Davin Chronicles -- and I see a Twilight-size cult following. Good Lord woman!

And I snore too. Even my son says I do.

Unknown said...

whoa! what are you eating/drinking before bedtime to get dreams like that? Or are you watching soap operas? Lol! I must say, you had me on the edge of my seat wondering who this guy was and what was going on!!

Allegro ma non troppo said...

I must admit, the dusty room would bother me. I'm pretty sure I'd be going, "Hold on, Davin, I'm just gonna clean up this frikkin' dust so we can smooch and I can concentrate."