05-18-2015, 03:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-18-2015, 03:40 PM by Kaltes-Herzeleid.)
Bad Dream
When my mind became fully aware, I realized my legs were kicking and flailing wildly, something of a mix between a shout and a cry of "No" escaped my lips as my eyes snapped open. Probably wider than dinner plates right now. My surrounding was the same as it had been left when I had closed my eyes, familiar blue walls, fan spinning overhead. The soft bed sheets and the cover blanket with its soft white underside. Numerous pillows behind me, mine a bit damp from sweat.
I was jolted back to the complete present when I felt a familiar hoof touch my bare chest, over my heart.
"What is wrong?" Nightmare Rarity asked, to the point. She knew something had disturbed me, no point in asking me IF something was wrong. I turned to her, my eyes meeting her shining sapphire colored ones, her purple and white streaked mane a bit mussed up from sleep (although in my opinion it was quite a stunning look for her).
"Bad dream," I answered, keeping things vague. She raised a brow skeptically at me, her hoof caressing me absently.
"Seems more like a nightmare to me," she replied, her beautiful eyes never leaving me. "Insects?" She asked. The last time I'd woken up kicking had been because of a rather unpleasant dream concerning insects.
I shook my head before answering with a verbal "No."
She gently guided me back down to the soft pillows beneath us, shifting until I felt somewhat at ease. Only just barely, though.
"You're heart is still pounding, something certainly has you very worked up."
I pulled the blanket up further, its softness and warmth soothing me a bit further, but not anywhere near as much as pulling her close to me did. Anxiety leaving me at the feeling of her breathing in my arms, her soft black fur against my skin.
"Are you at least going to tell me what is bothering you?"
"Maybe...but I'm not really bothered by it anymore," I said, shifting my head to properly look at her, running a hand down the back of her neck, smiling ever so slightly at her curious expression.
"Bad dreams like this one are just fiction, horrid fiction, but still fiction. The truth is right here in my arms."
Curiosity was replaced by a smile as our lips met in a quick, but meaningful kiss.
"Always the poet," she purred approvingly as she snuggled even closer, sliding a back leg over my own. I chuckled at her compliment, pleased to see her content again, the bad dream fading to but a fuzzy memory that would be rightfully obscured in the palace of my mind.
I looked at her again to see her eyes had closed again, framed by soft and beautiful lashes, a smile on her lips as I held her. My own eyelids began to feel heavy, but I did not object. Falling asleep with her as my last sight was perfection to me, and I too smiled, knowing she would be there when I opened them again.
Author's Note:
Just something she and I wrote together on a whim. For reasons I'd rather not delve into, but as a symbolic triumph over those reasons.
When my mind became fully aware, I realized my legs were kicking and flailing wildly, something of a mix between a shout and a cry of "No" escaped my lips as my eyes snapped open. Probably wider than dinner plates right now. My surrounding was the same as it had been left when I had closed my eyes, familiar blue walls, fan spinning overhead. The soft bed sheets and the cover blanket with its soft white underside. Numerous pillows behind me, mine a bit damp from sweat.
I was jolted back to the complete present when I felt a familiar hoof touch my bare chest, over my heart.
"What is wrong?" Nightmare Rarity asked, to the point. She knew something had disturbed me, no point in asking me IF something was wrong. I turned to her, my eyes meeting her shining sapphire colored ones, her purple and white streaked mane a bit mussed up from sleep (although in my opinion it was quite a stunning look for her).
"Bad dream," I answered, keeping things vague. She raised a brow skeptically at me, her hoof caressing me absently.
"Seems more like a nightmare to me," she replied, her beautiful eyes never leaving me. "Insects?" She asked. The last time I'd woken up kicking had been because of a rather unpleasant dream concerning insects.
I shook my head before answering with a verbal "No."
She gently guided me back down to the soft pillows beneath us, shifting until I felt somewhat at ease. Only just barely, though.
"You're heart is still pounding, something certainly has you very worked up."
I pulled the blanket up further, its softness and warmth soothing me a bit further, but not anywhere near as much as pulling her close to me did. Anxiety leaving me at the feeling of her breathing in my arms, her soft black fur against my skin.
"Are you at least going to tell me what is bothering you?"
"Maybe...but I'm not really bothered by it anymore," I said, shifting my head to properly look at her, running a hand down the back of her neck, smiling ever so slightly at her curious expression.
"Bad dreams like this one are just fiction, horrid fiction, but still fiction. The truth is right here in my arms."
Curiosity was replaced by a smile as our lips met in a quick, but meaningful kiss.
"Always the poet," she purred approvingly as she snuggled even closer, sliding a back leg over my own. I chuckled at her compliment, pleased to see her content again, the bad dream fading to but a fuzzy memory that would be rightfully obscured in the palace of my mind.
I looked at her again to see her eyes had closed again, framed by soft and beautiful lashes, a smile on her lips as I held her. My own eyelids began to feel heavy, but I did not object. Falling asleep with her as my last sight was perfection to me, and I too smiled, knowing she would be there when I opened them again.
Author's Note:
Just something she and I wrote together on a whim. For reasons I'd rather not delve into, but as a symbolic triumph over those reasons.