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The Dream That Got Away
Shoes covered in dirt from the treacherous rain and muddy water. Grease running down my neck,‘Damn I shouldn't have used too much hair gel.’ He pats me down for security reasons, I question his behavior but standing 6ft 7 and built like a juggernaut the prospect of me provoking this animal would be suicidal. He gives me the all clear and warns, 'Any funny business and you’re out…'
With such sternness in his voice you could tell he loved the power. I looked back at the queue and soak in the various characters that stand before me… girls in high heels wearing tight outfits, classy suited men wiping their nose hoping to get a quick buzz before they get in.
He lets me in, rays of color move in the air. Base so loud little cracks in the walls start to appear. Nonetheless, everyone's dancing the night away, a ‘feel good’ atmosphere fills this place. Standing in the middle of the dance floor the realization of being a transparent figure in a room full of people hits home and off I go looking for a quiet spot to drown my sorrows.
Marching through the raunchy crowd, avoiding answering that little voice inside my head. I stumble across a room, the entrance covered with silk drapes pulled aside. The smooth sound of jazz penetrates my skin and drags me in with its mighty grip.
The bartender greets me with a smile and says 'What you having sir?'
Its been a while since someone called me that, I tuck in my shirt and reply proudly, 'Whisky thanks!'
Sitting back a thick cloud covers my face, inhaling volumes of nicotine, surrounded by shadows too stoned to move. Pondering whether to go home or not, a sweet smell of perfume brushes past me. She was 5ft7, long dark hair and olive skin. Her eyes warm and gentle, she graced the floor with her swan like movements. She walks towards me and asks ' …waiting for someone?’
Trying to play it cool I say ‘no’ but the constant twitching under my eye proved otherwise .We looked at each other and time stood still. Such raw passion soaring through our bones left us feeling vulnerable, she takes my hands and we begin to dance I’d never felt so alive. You see I was the guy who never got the girl he wanted, nor did I drive the fast car but despite living in a world where material things threaten our very own existence she chose me.
Filled with excitement I go back to the bar craving for more alcohol. She turns and said 'Wait for me.....' I smile back reassuring her as she heads into the crowd in search of the cloak room.
Hours past... Looking down at my empty glass wondering is she ever going to come back .A mean figure looks at me and tells me to leave.Distraught with the overwhelming feeling of embarrassment the little voice in my head torments me with its cruel words. Stumbling towards the door saddened by the thought of never seeing her again a smile greets me with open arms. Without a second to waste I run towards her and reach out awaiting our next venture when suddenly darkness appears. Oblivious to the cries of the sun being forced into exile, I helplessly watch her smile slowly fade and once glowing light become pale and fragile.
Screaming for her to come back, destruction and chaos emerges and kills everything that comes in its path. I fall to my knees begging for this horrible ordeal to end but ignoring my plea the dark gloomy fog becomes thicker and releases its lethal injection. The pain so unbearable I let go hoping to die and within in a flash I’m in my bed .Clothes drenched in sweat not realizing that this was all but a dream, a figure of my imagination.
Getting up and seizing the day was a myth. Living meant nothing to me, the only person who understood me was gone. Many times I hoped of dreaming again but it was never the same.
She was the dream that got away.