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Finding Sky

She was the girl of his dreams

By Nicole WernerPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 6 min read
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Finding Sky
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The shrill sound of the alarm shattered the silence and jolted Michael awake. Slamming his hand on the clock, he groaned and rolled over, throwing his arm over his head. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to remember the details from his dream, but it was no use, like trying to hold water in his hands. He’d been having the same dream for years, but whenever he woke up, the only thing he could remember was the woman’s face smiling down on him. She was beauty incarnate, Aphrodite herself. That was the one detail he could always hold onto. He had never seen her equal. Her heart shaped face was framed by auburn hair that cascaded in soft waves down her back. It was a sharp contrast to her alabaster skin that looked as though she were made of porcelain. Her eyes were the oddest shade of blue, light like the sky. He had began referring to her as “Sky” to himself whenever he thought about her, which lately was more and more often.

The first time Michael had dreamt of Sky, he was only 14 years old. Even if he hadn’t continued to dream of her, he would have never forgotten as the next morning he realized he had experienced his first wet dream. At the time, he gave it no further thought than just another thing to add to the embarrassing list that was puberty. However, as time went on, Sky continued to haunt him in his dreams. At first, it was only occasionally, maybe once every few months. However, Michael was now dreaming of her almost nightly. As each night passed, his frustration grew. Whenever he dreamt of anything else, he could recall it in minute detail. But with Sky, he could still only remember her face.

Michael dragged himself out of bed and stumbled into the shower. Standing under the steaming hot water, he continued the internal debate he’d been having ever since the increase in frequency of the dreams. He was torn in wondering what it meant, what his subconscious was trying to tell him and forgetting it completely. He was becoming slightly obsessed with a figment of his imagination and that wasn’t good. He laughed at himself. It was a stupid dream that didn’t mean anything, expect that he needed to get laid. Amber broke up with him a month ago and he hadn’t seen anyone else since. Yes, that was the issue. He would call up his boys and see if they wanted to hit the club tonight after work. He’d put Sky behind him once and for all.

The club was full for a Thursday night, the music blaring from the speakers so loud that there was minimal chance for conversation. That was fine by Michael; deep conversation wasn’t what he had in mind for the evening.

“Hey man! Glad you called. My boss has been on my ass all week and I need a fuckin’ drink!” Josh said while handing Michael a bottle of beer. “You see Chris yet?”

“No, you know that asshole’s always late. Probably still fixing his hair,” Michael laughed. Chris was the pretty boy of the group. He never went anywhere without goop in his hair and a freshly ironed shirt. Michael swore it took Chris longer to get ready than any woman he knew. But it seemed to work for him because he rarely ever went home alone. Just then, he saw Chris walking over. “Speaking of assholes…” Josh said with a smirk.

“Damn. You dickheads get the first round without me?” Chris flagged down a waitress and ordered a gin and tonic.

“Well, if you didn’t spend so much time primping, pretty boy.” Josh quipped. Michael scanned the crowd while Josh and Chris continued to trade barbs. As his eyes hit the dance floor, his heart stopped when he saw her. She was facing the other direction, but he knew it was Sky. Long auburn hair down to her ass, pale skin that almost glowed in the strobing club lights. She was tiny, just a couple inches over five feet tall, if he had to guess. Her black dress showcased hourglass curves and a trim waist. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. As if willed by the weight of his thoughts, she slowly turned around and met his eyes. It felt like her sky-blue eyes were looking straight through him. She smiled at him; he could see the recognition on her face. She had dreamt of him, too. “It’s her,” he said in awe.

“Who? You alright, man? It’s not Amber, is it? Because I didn’t want to say anything before, but the girl was a bitch.” Michael turned towards Chris. “Amber? No. Look it’s-” but when Michael turned back, Sky was gone.

Michael tossed and turned in bed that night. He was kicking himself. He should have never taken his eyes off of her. He had searched the whole club, even bribed his way into the VIP area, but to no avail. She was nowhere to be found. She had recognized him; he knew she did. So why did she leave without talking to him? Wasn’t she just as curious as he was? He was a practical guy and no one would ever accuse him of being a romantic. But this felt like fate. Geez, now he was rambling in his head like an idiot. He turned onto his side and angrily punched his pillow into just the right shape, then forced himself to fall asleep.

The next morning, Michael woke up before his alarm went off. He laid there, a smile stretching across his face. He had dreamt of her again last night. He knew he would. But today, for the first time in the years he’d been dreaming of her, he remembered more. He closed his eyes and replayed what he remembered in his head. He wanted to commit it to memory, but he didn’t think there was any chance of him ever forgetting. He was laying on his back, looking up into Sky’s beautiful face. Its perfection blocked out everything else from sight. She smiled down at him, placing a hand on his cheek. “My name is Dabria, it’s time.” Her voice was like the sweetest song. She reached her hand out to him and, as he took it, he had woken up. But it didn’t matter, he didn’t need to see anymore. He knew she was his future and he was determined to find her.

Michael returned to the same club both Friday and Saturday night; however, he didn’t catch a glimpse of Dabria. Undeterred, Sunday, he woke up early and went to the coffee shop on the same street as the club. He hoped that she lived in the area and he might run into her. He spent the day going in and out of the shops lining the street. After hours of no luck, he decided to grab a bite to eat. As he stood on the corner waiting for the light signaling that he could cross, he saw her across the road. Once again, she locked eyes with him and smiled. This time, he didn’t hesitate. Holding her gaze, he began to cross the street when he heard the blare of a horn and a bone chilling scream from behind him. He stopped and turned just in time to see the city bus barreling at him, brakes screeching. The next thing he knew, he was flying through the air and immeasurable pain was radiating through his body, followed by blackness.

Michael opened his eyes. Dabria was looking down at him, smiling. He could see only her beautiful face, everything else was completely drowned out. She placed her hand on his cheek. “My name is Dabria, it’s time.” He took her extended hand and got to his feet. "I'm Michael. Did you dream of me too?"

"Oh yes, I dream of all of you." She said with a smile.

"Are we dreaming now?"

"No, I'm afraid not this time." she said. As he stood, he realized he was no longer in pain and he was finally able to take in his surroundings. Flashing lights painted the sidewalk as a crowd was kept at bay by police. He looked down and saw blood pooled on the street by a body. His body.

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Nicole Werner

Expert reader, novice writer. I have been chasing ideas around my head for years and finally decided to put pen to paper... or fingers to keyboard.

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