Dearest Readers,I’ve only just knuckled the sleep out of my eyes this early morn; grasping my pen and paper hoping to gather the wisps of strange dreams from the night last afore they escape my mind. T’was a dream which started in the arms of my dearest Mr. Mains, an impossibility as he is so many many miles from me. I’ll not cause you to blush by sharing those details but t’was quite warming on this cool morning.
The sound of rushing water, a stream cobbled in sunlight, shadow and splashing white bubbles woke me from dreams within my dream.
Mr. M and I drank coffee and spoke words of love whilst sitting far above the water. The images changed in my mind and shifted to a place only accessible in dreams. Strangely, the two of us were now high in the trees with blooming mountain laurel below. The smell, even in my dream was intoxicating, but the view was truly magnificent.
Mr. Mains and I were strung up in some type of extraordinary apparatus and were flying through the air as if we were birds. These dream flights were so vivid and strong t’was as if it had been in real life!
I wondered if I had screamed in my bed as I had as I’d crossed valleys high above the tree tops. The worst moment had been when I had somehow missed grasping Mr. Mains hand and found myself flying backwards over the longest distance between one landing and another.
Within scant moments Mr. M’s strong arms were around me and together we pulled ourselves to a landing platform, my heart raced and I could hardly get my breath.
Again the dream shifted and I found myself once more aside a sparkling river surrounded by hundreds of fairie butterflies fluttering over a carpet of moss.
Upon waking my heart continued to soar and a smile remained upon my lips as I reached for pen and paper.