The Dream Within My Dreams

I wake up and it's a Sunday morning.

I recall that my Saturday night has been spent reveling in my youth.

Shot after shot.

Song after song.

Partying and living the life,

The "college life."

Barely conscious and half dreaming,

I roll over in bed and look to my left

And I'm a little startled because I see a girl.

A girl I've never seen before just lying there with her eyes closed sleeping peacefully.

She's thin and beautiful.

She has long, dark hair, caramel skin, and she smells sweet

Kind of like the lotion from Victoria's Secret.

And in my shock and amazement,

I fail to notice that she’d woken up and was looking at me just studying my face.

She smiles at me and says “Good morning.”

I hesitate to respond so she asks me what's wrong.

I start to say "I don't know you," but the words don't come out.

So instead I say “Nothing’s wrong," and lay back in bed

Trying to remember how she ended up here with me.

Not that I mind sharing my bed with a beautiful girl like her,

But I would have at least like to remember how she got here or what her name was.

In the end, I decided it didn't matter.

She cuddled up next to me,

Rested her head on my chest,

And we just laid there for a while silently

With soft music playing in the background.

After some time, she looks up at me and asks me what I want to do today.

I thought about it and realized I had nothing in mind to do.

And that I never really have anything in mind to do.

And that I'm not particularly interesting.

But part of me, a large part of me I'll admit,

Doesn't want to see her go just quite yet.

So, I look down at her and say

“Whatever we do today is up to you. Just pick something that’ll make you happy.”

She chuckles a little bit, smiles at me, and says “Okay."

She gets up and starts to walk over toward the bathroom.

I notice that she's wearing one of my old practice jerseys

From when I played soccer in high school.

She's short so it comes down to her mid-thigh.

Her legs are smooth and beautiful.

I watch her walk away until her petite figure disappears behind the bathroom door.

I hear the water turn on, the shower starting up, and, not long after,

I hear her voice calling out for me to come join her.

At first, I'm a little hesitant,

But then I think:

I've already spent the night with her,

She's in my clothes,

She's been in my bed,

So, why not?

I get up from the bed and check my phone

And I've got a missed call from my mom.

I ignore it, mumble to myself about calling her back,

And walk over to the bathroom door.

I open it and there she is,

Disrobed and sitting, with legs crossed, on the sink awaiting my arrival.

From there on the day was a blur.

We went from passionate physical exchanges to profoundly intimate talks.

We went from conversation to conversation until I had the confirmation

I needed that I had truly found what I've always been looking for.

We found ourselves walking, hand in hand along a beach with our toes in the sand

When I decided that I was undeniably, inconceivably, incorrigibly, in love with

The bewitching woman that I awoke to this fateful morning.

As we left the beach to return home,

I found myself lost in my thoughts of her and the future we have ahead of us.

Her.

A woman whose name and origins were unknown to me.

But that didn't matter.

All that mattered was that we existed in this moment and in this place together.

And in this place…

We were happy.

I was happy.

Before long we arrive back home,

We make our way back to bed,

And fall asleep together.

I wake up.

I look to my right and check my phone that's sitting on my bedside table.

I see that I have a missed call from my mom.

I mutter something to myself about calling her back.

I check the date and I realize that it's still Sunday morning.

I look to my left and, much to my disappointment,

I realize the pulchritudinous woman I had fallen in love with

Isn't laying there looking back at me with her beautiful brown eyes.

Instead it's a girl who looks vaguely familiar.

I realize that she's in my statistics class and she sits three rows ahead of me.

Her name still eludes me though.

I recall that my Saturday night has been spent reveling in my youth.

Shot after shot.

Song after song.

Partying and living the life

The “college life.”

And I realized then that the marvelous day I spent with that beautiful woman

Was nothing more than a dream.

I had fallen in love with a woman that didn’t exist.

She wasn't real.

What we had wasn't real.

And I'm still alone filling the void with unimpassioned flings

And short lived romantic encounters.

This is my reality.

Lost in my thoughts, I don't realize that she's opened her eyes and is now looking at me.

I guess the look on my face concerns her because she asks me what's wrong.

I say “nothing,” lay back, and close my eyes

Trying desperately to forget about the nameless girl of my dreams.