Dark Horse Arts and Sciences

It’s 3:03 AM. I just woke up from a very charismatic and utterly beautiful dream. I sit up on the bed, breathing quite heavily post an amazing dream. Furthermore, I pick up the glass by my bedside and gulp one mouthful of water in a single stroke. Ayumi is still sleeping, bearing a serene look on her radiant face. I slide her hair falling unnecessarily on her forehead through my tender fingers. I haven’t had my complete quota of sleep, still I’m feeling quite fresh right now. So, I decide to get out of the bed and listen to some peaceful, calming music at this dead hour of an autumn night. 

Seeing Ayumi on my bed, undressed like this, really turns me on, but I control myself. Just a hint of smile arises upon my face, like that of the morning sun shining dimly at dawn. I make myself some coffee and sit on the balcony, with my headphone over my ears, enjoying Beethoven’s Sonata 14, Moonlight, under a night sky bathed in the dazzle of the moonlight. I had never heard any of Beethoven’s music until lately when Ayumi recommended me some of his work, and since then I’ve been a fan. I listen to him whenever I want to experience that sense of tranquillity and peacefulness within my inner soul. 

Then my thoughts slightly wandered around Ayumi’s deep sleep and what she must be dreaming right now. Maybe she still bears that jellyfish avatar and maybe floating in that deep blue ocean filled with mystery and unknown entities. Maybe she isn’t dreaming at all, entirely drenched in the deep foliage of unconsciousness, almost a death like state. Maybe she is dreaming about me. She and I are holding each other, caressing each other, in a garden full of elegant lilies with their petals emanating a powerful aroma of fragrance. That aroma permeates through our nostrils and arouses our inner souls, provoking us to mate and make love to each other in that ethereal garden. Then, holding my hand, she softly let her wet lips fiddle with mine. The moment her lips interweave with mine, a sense of otherworldliness engulfs my senses. At that moment, I feel like a peacock who sees the sea of clouds approaching the land after a long summer of disastrous draught. Her saliva metamorphosed into drops of rain for me, the peacock, as I begin dancing like I have attained everything I had ever desired for. But this was also in the category of “maybe’s”. What she was dreaming I could never surmise. 

I don’t know why, but just the company of her, whether she is conscious or unconscious, make me feel utterly complete. I don’t feel alone any more, the moment she arrives in my field of limited vision.

However, I keep staring at the appealing moon hanging in the blackness of the dark night. As I keep sipping my coffee, listening to Beethoven, unintentionally, I fall into a deep state of unconsciousness again, the second time this night. And this time, I had a completely strange dream; utterly detached from reality. Even in that dream, I had a vision of Ayumi. But this time, she wasn’t a jellyfish. She was something more exotic, something more vibrant and violent.