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Dream Man
By L-M Owens
Sunday, October 21, 2007

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A Short Story By L-M Owens under the pen name Little Wing

Once upon a time there lived a woman. She was a common woman, She wasn't beautiful, wealthy or svelte. The only things extraordinary about her was she dreamed dreams. And some people said she had talent in drawing, writing and making others laugh. She lived in an ordinary house, with her ordinary son and husband. She worked hard cleaning, cooking and all the things to keep her husband and son happy, like any good housewife does. She loved her husband, and every move she made was to make him happy and comfortable. She loved her son and everything she did for him was to keep him safe and honorable. She lived for her family. As life got mundane, she began to dream, dream for herself. Each night, after the supper was cooked, the kitchen was cleaned and her bath was taken, she crawled up into her bed for those last few moments of affection from her husband before the darkness of sleep seeped into their minds and bodies. It was then, when slumber had its full grip upon her that the magical realm of dreams took over her mind... She found herself standing barefoot in thick soft green grass, surrounded by deep green rolling hills. The sky was soft blue with bright white fluffy clouds. There was a beautiful tree with birds singing in it and red deer prancing around the hilltops. The smell in the air was glorious, the smell of spring, grass and flowers. A man came down from over one of the hills. He was a bit older then her, and he was smiling like he knew her. He came to her and took her hand in his. Although they never spoke, they knew each others thoughts, the only audible sounds were their laughter and the songs of the birds. He took her atop the highest hill and turned around. As they stood there she could see the ocean so very far off in the distance. She knew, it was somewhere across that vast expanse of salty green water that she had come from. A warm breeze blew her hair into her face. With his finger the man brushed it from her eyes. He knew she was thinking of going back and she knew he didn't want her to. She breathed in deeply, taking in the wonderful air then looked up at the man, and he knew she decided to stay...for now. He took her by the hand yet again and led her down the hill into a valley of flowers where rabbits and fawns played together as if they were children. Then up hill into an enchanted forest. They walked together hand in hand with no words spoken, just thoughts and feelings heard by each others hearts. She was so happy. The sights, sounds and smells elated her, but none as much as his touch. This mystical journey with him stimulated all her senses, and she felt safe, protected, respected and loved by him. As they emerged from the mist of the enchanted forest they faced yet another green grassy hill, bigger then the others. Perched on top was a beautiful castle. He felt her excitement and dropped her hand from his. They smiled at each other and as if someone had fired a starting pistol, the two ran up the hill laughing, to see who would get to the top first. Of course he did, her short legs were made for housework, not racing! When she reached the top he hugged her. He didn't let go, they just kept hugging, feeling each others thoughts through body contact. They sat at the top of the hill in the shadow of a castle tower embracing for a long time. Communicating silently their needs and desires. When they finally stood up to explore the castle, he looked at her, his blue eyes seeming to penetrate her very soul, and she at him, her dark brown eyes seemed to hold some mysterious sorrow from long ago. He could tell, she wanted to trust him. They entered the castle gate. She put her hand on the damp cold stone and felt its history. The castle and its walls were in partial ruins. They went inside and she was totally taken by the sheer size of it. She could hear the echo of water dripping somewhere in the distance, and she could hear her heart beat. He took her hand and beckoned her to the great hall. All that was left of it was the stone floor and enormous stone archways on either end. He gently squeezed her hand, and she felt him ask if she were ready. She looked at him with all the trust she could muster, and he felt her say yes. Her feet came off the ground, slowly at first. then higher and higher they went. She was scared and he knew it. He smiled and tightened his hold on her hand and she felt him say its ok. They hovered about 80 ft in the air until her disbelief turned to faith. Once calm she looked at him and he had the most wonderful white wings upon his back, and so did she! Huge elegant angel wings! "Go ahead, fly" she felt him say. And she did. She flew through the archways, up and over and all around the open space of the great hall. For a while he just sat and watched her. Then he flew up to her and took her hand. Together they flew above the castle, around the tower, over the enchanted forest, over the valley and back to the castle. It was a freedom she had never experienced before. Better then riding the back of an iron horse. He taught her to fly! When they became earthbound again, she looked at him, not knowing how to express what she felt, but he knew, she didn't have to express it because he felt it. They held each other close, neither wanting to let go of the other. Thunder clapped, and her eyes opened. "Babe its time to get up" her husband says while stroking her face gently. And her day goes on like every other day. And each night she flies away with the man of her dreams. By Little Wing Owens 2/8/07 ©  Please let me know what you think, leave a comment or a review, also to see more works visit "Darius Prince of Legend" 

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Reviewed by Regis Auffray 12/30/2007
Well, I think it is a very nice story. It has a very strong blend of fantasy and reality and the contrast if very effective; in my humble opinion. Thank you for sharingit, Little Wing. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

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