A dream or reality?
762 Words
A wolf, a big black wolf with yellow eyes, a fire place with pots and herbs, children playing, a pot exploding, pieces of metal shooting out like bullets, the wolf again, staring at me…all these images flashed through my mind as I slept. I could feel myself tossing and turning but couldn’t wake up.
“Teal,” came a whisper in the night. I jolted awake. Did someone just call me? Did I imagine that? I sat up and tried to gather my thoughts. I realised then how hungry I was. I rummaged through the kitchenette and found some biscuits and cheese. I ate and tried to get back to sleep. Even though my body ached with exhaustion, my mind was fighting it.
I felt dizzy and restless. Judging by the light outside the window and how quiet the house was it was very early morning. I wondered then, if I could go now and quietly take a closer look at the sculpture in the foyer. I needed a distraction and it wasn’t too far. Jay had said not to leave the house, which I wasn’t. I was just leaving the room.
I stood at the door for ages before I slowly turned the handle, trying not to make a noise. The house was so quiet. Slowly I walked on my toes until I got back to the foyer. I nervously looked around for any other signs of life. But it was just me.
The sculpture was illuminated by the moon that shone through a wide, round skylight above it. In fact, it looked as though the woman and the wolf in the sculpture were looking at the moon.
It was beautiful. The fur on the wolf, the creases in the woman’s clothing, it had so much detail. I couldn’t help but trace my fingers along the wolf’s fur. As I did I felt myself get dizzy again. The same images from my dreams flashed through my mind. I stepped back and rubbed my forehead.
I shook it off, took a deep breath and slowly started to circle around, taking in every angle of this masterpiece.
“Her name was Abigail,” a deep whisper came from the shadows at the bottom of the nearby staircase. I gasped and spun around. How long had he been standing there? Was I in trouble? Should I run? He stepped out of the shadows and into the light beaming down from the skylight. He was admiring the sculpture himself, looking intensely at the face of the woman it portrayed. The light forming a glimmer around him.
I couldn’t help but eye him over. Dark ruffled hair and stubble. He was muscular, tall - although that seemed to be all the men here I thought to myself. He wore a thin, long sleeve shirt but the sleeves were pushed up to just before his elbows. Underneath he wore loose grey track pants. He was beautiful.
The way my body reacted made me blush. I was staring. All I wanted to do was reach out and touch him, to get a closer look. My mind going to places it shouldn’t over some guy whose name I don’t even know.
I was eyeing him over again when he turned his gaze to me. I quickly looked up and made eye contact. He had big, light brown eyes. Kind eyes.
“She was my great, great grandmother. There are legends about her. She was an incredible woman,” his voice was deep, soft, but sultry. He slowly walked over to where I was, admiring the sculpture as he did. I didn’t move, didn’t speak and didn’t dare look away.
I was dizzy again, the moonlight casting a haze in the room wasn’t helping. He walked right up to me, looking down as he towered above me. He was in my personal space, I should have backed away, I should have said something but I was in awe. He was so close I could smell the detergent on his clothes, the woody undertones of his natural scent. I felt the muscles in my core clench.
As if he knew how my body reacted he smiled, gently held my face in his one hand and kissed me on the forehead.
“You should go back to bed. You had a big day,” he whispered in my ear. His warm breath making the hairs on my neck stand up and sending a delightful tingle down my body. Then he stepped away and walked back up the staircase into the shadows.
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