Dreamtime

I walk through the mist. It is warm, comfortable, and womb-like. I am dressed in something. It is also white to match the colour of the mist, but it is sheer,- one molecule thick and it moves effortlessly with my movements. 

The mist isn’t uniform. Some areas are less dense than others and sometimes, my other senses tempt me into these areas. I may hear a soft sigh, as ethereal as the mist itself, or a giggle light as a mountain stream. A sigh attracts me, over to my left, but I do not follow it to its source.

Then a scent. So light as to be almost not there at all. A memory stirs. I know this scent. I am loathe to sniff hard because the scent is so delicate I fear I may break the thread between me and it’s source. I stand still, barely allowing myself to breathe at all. The scent becomes a silver thread beckoning me. My brow furrows. What is this scent? I know it. It has a deep, ingrained familiarity to it. Feminine, certainly, but not simply one thing. There are perfume molecules there, but not many - she wear L’aire du tante, but not today. I smile at the reference. There is sweat to, but there is also the faintest hint of vagina. The cocktail comes together in my mind. Dani! 

Involuntarily, I turn to follow the delicate thread to its source, making sure I do not deviate. As I approach, my other senses compliment my sense of smell. I hear a sigh, a fain moan. The scent grows stronger. I can almost hear her breathing now. She is close hidden from me by the mist which has grown dense. 

And then, a clearing. Dani lies on a bed - no, no a bed, her bed. It stands alone isolated, and exquisitely lit. There isn’t a trace of shadow anywhere. She is naked. Her legs spread and her right hand tracing circles around and over her clit. Her hips move from time to time. Up, down, occasionally rotating. Her other hand clutches her breast. Two fingers plunge inside her vagina and her back arches. She moans a name - my name. “Anna. Make me cum” 

I make no move towards her. It wouldn’t work if I did. This is an astral dream - spirit traveling. I am asleep in my bedroom upstairs, yet I have no doubt whatsoever that this is real. Dani is lying on her bed right now masturbating and thinking of me.

I watch her aura change as she orgasms. Colour upon colour radiates through it as the waves of pleasure take her. Throughout it all, her one word litany of “Anna……Anna……Anna..” 

The mist closes around her and darkens. When it is an impenetrable black, I realise my eyes are open and I’m staring into the blackness of my bedroom. It’s only 11:00pm. I am a hot mess between my legs, but it seems to me to be profane to masturbate. I made that journey to watch, not to do.

I know what I saw was real. I know that in that little flat, someone is dozing off, bathed in that fine layer of perspiration and satisfaction that comes from a job well done.