haunted by dreams

I woke up this morning with the strangest sensation: as if something warm had just been lifted from my shoulders, a cool void left by the reluctant break of an embrace.

We were younger. Ten years so, or maybe more. His smile shone brilliantly in the fleeting glimpses of his face. Dark hair. Tall. Laughter in his eyes. I played hard-to-get, but he knew it was a front. He made me smile so wide I thought my face would burst. I followed him when I could, and looked for him everywhere when I couldn't. It was so comfortable there. I belonged to him, absolutely entranced. Bewitched.

He was gone with the buzz of the alarm clock. In those first few moments before the world came into focus, I swore I could still feel him there. Who was he? Where did he come from? While beautiful, he wasn't someone I recognized from my past. Did my brain complete fabricate him, or was he a great love from a past (or future) life?

All I can do is grasp desperately at the smokey whisps of his memory...

...and be haunted by dreams...