Open Your Eyes (A Fantasy Story)
Copyright (c) 2014
By: Jessica Frances
*A non-fictional post.
One Last Night
While my roommates are out getting pizza for dinner, I close and lock the door to my small shoe-box sized living space in case they come back and I am in the middle of doing something. I finally have the apartment to myself: what to do, what to do. A sly smile spreads across my face.
I quickly change into my plaid comfy pajama pants and navy blue college t-shirt, then hop into my red and gold silk sheets, snuggling the blankets.
With my iPod Touch in my hand, I load up his gorgeous naked pictures onto the small screen in my palm. Like usual, I run my index finger up and down the screen as though I was feeling his body with both of my hands in person. The only difference is we are now disconnected.
I eventually doze off. My arms stretched, I am awakened by his palms in the palms of my hand, his lips softly kissing my neck and everywhere on me, still with my eyes closed. You know that joke people make how they have found the one because there is this spark holding hands with them? Yeah, that feel is like that.
I have never felt so in love with someone more than I do now. If only we were patient enough to make it that far, I know in person, we would have been drowned in each other’s pheromones.
“Hey, I thought you wanted another girl in your town,” I say quietly.
“No, baby, never. I want you,” he delicately breathes into my mouth.
“Why did you stop talking to me? I thought you said you enjoy our conversations so why can’t we still talk, even sometimes? Remember you said you wanted to be friends, too? Well, friends still talk occasionally, not ignore each other,” I cry.
“I don’t know when I’ll see you. You know it is killing me, too, I just don’t know what to do. I can’t do anything,” I hear his frustrated sigh. I do not open my eyes.
“I wouldn’t have freaked out on you had I not seen you still talk more to other girls nearby and ignoring me. You know in a long distance thing I need more communication from you. You can’t do that. That makes me feel unwanted going weeks at a time without talking,” he soothingly holds me as I am propped up against my pillows.
“I want you more than life itself,” he says, caressing my all.
“Then do something about it! Don’t just give up because I’m 8 to 9 hours away. I know it’s hard. You don’t have to tell me,” I coax.
“One day,” he whispers.
“I wish you would have talked to me all night. If you had, I wouldn’t have wanted to step foot into the casino to do what I did. I’d rather have spent the whole night on Skype with you, not lose money and lose you, too,” I angrily say.
“I’m sorry I drove you to do that. I know how much you want to see me and how much I want to see you,” he cries into my chest.
“Show me. Why send me pictures when you can Skype with me? Why are you pulling away from me? Work for it!” I encourage him.
At this time, the alarm sounds. I wake up with my iPod Touch in my hand. The delete button shows up on his pictures. I am contemplating on whether or not to delete his pictures.
Tears roll down my face. I do not want to so I put it away for a rainy day.
They say you cannot lose what you never had, but I do not need an official title to claim we are meant for each other. The whole world reads our stories and nearly every person that does wants us together.
That is good enough for me that our love is real for each other: when other people can see it through our stories.