Stop

"I am the maker of my Dreams, therefore you can call me...- Dream Maker!"(not so creative, but hey, I can dream right?)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Beautiful Dreamer🎕🥀⚘

Today you have decided to go hang out with your demons in the small backwoods near your home, with alacrity, much to the astonishment of your mother.  Your dearest mother has told you stories of young adults, more so girls/ladies, who get abducted by assailants when they venture too off, those she calls demons...Its ironic innit, that mommy is always warning about "demons" yet yours are ever with you, whether it be night or day. You are together, never to be out asunder. You are humming a song you heard the nightingale from last night melodiously sing, your hands are in your pockets, your head is almost all the way down facing the ground you step. You do that to try and focus; coz you have Cognitive Dissonance. 

Your voice is different. You almost sound like that voice in my head, the one that tells me to Stop. You remember the  words you saw today morning in those incorrigible Card Reader's plates, and how she told you that the first three words you saw would be the sum up of your whole life. Money🤑. Love💖. Connection. Funny isn't it? How all those have been ever so elusive. Where does it end? Is it with shitloads of bucks, and you can do whatever the hell you want, with whomever the hell you want? Or is it to loathe and to hold, until a better Dick or Becky comes along; after all, hate is an imitation of love...Or finally, because you fear rejection and struggle to fit in socially, you have fake relations with people, and we both wonder whether you have any ulterior motives for your actions. Bright side- you try and relish all your sexual escapades, with Dick or Becky, the ones you have had, and of course those you are yet to have.  

Your imagination has never been the problem. You and your mind are even best friends. Maybe it was because your so called friends never paid any attention to you. Now you are steering in the Dis-Pleasure of being ignored. You wonder at the absurdity of people who say that they're bored; How can you be bored when you have your OWN thoughts? You wonder what goes on in the minds of small men(not in terms of size, but of Brain) and how their thoughts don't entertain them😆

You did not read as many books when you were younger; but those you did, coupled with the stolen chances to watch series on your old teli, served a good meal at the end of every day. When night fell, you were always in bed, making a map of how your dream would be like, and you planned it all to the minute detail of the colour of clothes your crush would be wearing. With the ease that comes with something learned and practiced, you mastered the art of dreaming, to a point that you could just dream whatever you wanted. No one would Stop you if they tried. 

There he is, in a white plaid shirt and grey sweats, walking past you, and your demons... HE is from the same place you are going to. You wish you had met him there...For a second, those effulgent emerald eyes lock with your greyish blue ones, and it feels as though the world has come to a Stop. You both look at each other, and he twitches his right eyebrow in greeting. You, Contre-Courant, raise your left, and there is a semblance of a smile when both of you realize you had been doing the same thing. He is imbued with great power, power of sway, power of choice, power of lust, power of sex. He has it all. When you look at him with his subtle movements, you think that you're watching a pantomime🕺. It's not even cold outside, but you feel a shiver up and down your spine. He always had a way of raising(or lowering😅) your temperatures.  His lips are a bit chapped, but you are not worried, you'll wet them with your skillful tongue. There is a way he looks at you with those eyes, and all of a sudden you look like his next meal...

By the time you completely pass each other, a tirade is already forming in your mind, and for five seconds you curse the day you were born, you curse your perfect jawline and you curse your full supple lips!👄 Curse them all! Then that voice in your head tells you to turn; and so you do. You are now about 20 metres from each other, and once you turn your head completely, you see him looking in your direction. Stop. You do not believe in Coincidences. You smile at him, but he Can't see clearly, the distance between you is increasing. It happens again, if at all just confirmation that nothing is a coincidence, and your heart does a Backflip. Tonight you will relish that in your dreams.

When you're alone you imagine telling him to look into your eyes, as you look into his. You take his hands into yours, and you feel their warmth. Your mind is abuzz with a most sordid tale, but it can't form a coherent sentence to utter in his presence. Sometimes you wonder how easy life would be if you could just telepathically share what's in your mind (in picture form of course, coz that's how your mind thinks...) Anyway we digress; we apologize. Finally you ask a stupid question that is a non sequitur really... You ask, "How terrible does it feel to be easily replaceable?" As much as he ponders over the question, you end up pondering more than he😱. He does not take umbrage at your question, and he promises to answer you before you sleep. "To add some spice to your dreams," he says. 

(OOhoo YeAh, YoU tOld HiM AbOut yoUR DreAmS!)

You Stop. You shall resume this journey of dreaming in your bed. You imagine he knows you so well. And perhaps he does. Time to play with your demons at the Holt. They are waiting for you to jump from your stupor. Tonight, will be a special night, because you will luxuriate in and with (him) in your dreams, and since you are the Dream Maker, you can Stop WHENEVER You want.

As will always be a pleasure, 

A.S.