In response to Ligo Haibun Challenge – Quote Week
Men and women sleep on the same pillow, but they have different dreams. (Mongolian quote)
They are laying with their backs turned to each other.
He is avoiding every possible touch, even by their feet.
She has long been asleep, he still can’t.
Listening to her softly breathing, he is feeling guilty.
As if he lies next to a stranger; someone who he once upon a time used to love.
He is closing his eyes, thinking about Her – the lady of his dream.
He stays awake till the sunrise every single night because of Her.
And now, he is laying here, imagining Her laying next to a stranger and trying to fall asleep,
trying to find a place where he said he would wait for Her in their common dream.
He is imagining their first meeting, the first hug, their first kiss.
Suddenly, a hand is wrapped around his waist.
She is still asleep.
He is wanting to move a little but that would be too rough. Or not?
He is feeling guilty even more.
His imagination is going mad.
He is closing his eyes again, hurrying up to meet Her as he promised.
All that he can see at the moment is a hand of a stranger, around Her body.
This imaginary love kills him.
He is disappearing…
Drop by drop.