Angel Rays... or a Tale of Dreams Made Flesh (Part 1)

The brushing of feathers down my skin. Warm light filling my eyes, my mind, the inside of my head. Coursing through my veins, making my blood run faster and faster, till all I can hear is the rapid beating of my heart. Strong arms wrapping around me. A faint scene of soap, and fresh water, and cologne... There's something familiar about it, but I can't quite put my finger on it. So I just ignore it, pretend that there is nothing to it. It feels too good to argue with it. The light. So bright... much brighter than the sun. And then there are the wings. Large, soft wings, with silver-white feathers, the color of moonbeams, when the moon is full and high, and the night sky is clear and star lid. They envelop me, so gentle, but o so strong. They caress me. And his arms... His arms are like a shield, guarding me from all that could intrude in the circle of his embrace; that could shatter this moment.

"This moment... it is eternity", I hear him whisper in my ear, in a voice so familiar it tightens my heart, makes me catch my breath. His lips barely touch my ear and still I shiver. His breath on my skin... so warm, hot even. He rubs his cheek on the side of my neck; the stubble of beard tickles, but also feels good. So good...

"Surrender", he whispers. His voice has dropped low, almost impossible to hear, sounds like a purr, like the whistling of leaves, when the gentle wind of summer lightly caresses them. It is so tempting to give in to his words, to those sweet promises whispered by the light... "It's OK", he breaths the words into my hair. "I will do you no harm."

I believe him. I believe he means every word, ever touch, every promise. His wings wrap tightly around me, bring me even closer to his body. My back pressed into his naked chest. The light burning brighter and brighter, silver-white and blue all in the same time, cold like the northern sun, but also hot like fire. Beautiful as the Aurora Borealis, but just as unreachable. Even when it's inside you, around you.

"It is you", he says quietly, and his words sound like a promise, like a prayer. "You are light..."

"...and darkness", I respond in a hushed tone, before I could realise the words, make any sense of them. "Light and Dark are one and the same..."

"Then let me be your Darkness", he begs and it makes me want to turn my head and look at him. Makes me want to meet his eyes and see what hides inside them. So I begin to turn, but it's much harder then it should have been, my skin doesn't feel right...

Feels like liquid, I think and a shiver runs from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. Still I struggle, I put all I have in that one swift movement, that would let me face him... And see his face.

"Surrender", he repeats, more eagerly this time. Impatiently. I brace myself for his anger, but still put all my strength into the move...

And then I'm face to face with him, so close that merely a breath separates us, and his eyes are all I see. Emerald-green eyes, that glow with a pale light, from somewhere deep down. Eyes the color of the forest, when the early morning light pierces the nightshades, glistens through the dust and the mist. Green eyes that are so familiar and completely alien all in the same time. 

"Michael?", I whisper, though my voice is so thin, that it is barely even a whisper. It's just a thought, a strange, scary thought. "God... Michael..."

He smiles and reaches out to caress my face... 

...then the light fades, dims... darkens... and I... I could hear it in the distance...

...the thunder... getting closer, and closer... and closer.

***

Startled, I wake up to the sound of the alarm, ringing madly and repeatedly, trying to get both me and Michael to open our eyes. I blink and turn my head to the clock on the wall, only to find out that it is 8:30 am and we've both overslept with more than an hour... Which is not that big of a deal, as far as my job is concerned. Michael, on the other hand, had an appointment scheduled for... 2 minutes ago. Guess that one's off his "To do" list for the day. At least get him out of bed, before he misses another one. I reach out and play my fingers over his ribs, near his armpit... It is enough to get him almost jumping out of bed, both surprised and tickled in the same time. For a moment there he gives me an irritated look, but then I point at the clock... 

"O..." Michael starts, then catches himself, before he could say something rude and is out of bed in a moment, heading for the shower. I let out a sigh and, after a minute or two, get up to at least make him a coffee and something to eat, before he goes out. Yes, what a good wife I am. 

The house is pretty cold, but that doesn't bother me, as I go down the stairs and head towards the kitchen. My thoughts are scattered, confused, images of the dream still cling to my mind, making me tremble with fear, and excitement, and... Is that anticipation, I wonder, as I take a look around the kitchen and make a mental note to get some rug cleaning London company to come and take care of the carpet... or rug... or whatever it is in the kitchen. Bast, our cat, does a good job, at turning it into her private playground. She's a real trouble-maker... But aren't all pets?

Turn the radio on. Generally, I'm not a big fan of radio-stations, but sometimes they do surprise you... Pleasantly, as in this case. I know these lyrics, and relate to them in more ways than you would have thought...

Over mountains and sky blue seas
On great circles, will you watch for me?
The sweetest feeling I've got inside
I just can't wait to get lost in your eyes

And all these words that you meant to say
Held in silence day after day
Words of kindness that our poor hearts crave
Please, don't keep them hidden away

"Hidden Away" by Josh Groban. A nice surprise and a good way to start the day. His music is lyrical, his voice... I shiver, this time for real. Rays of sunlight pierce the clouds hanging over London and lightly brush the ground. Angel rays, some people call them. It's a bit ironic, that I'd see them after such a dream, don't you think?

"Michael", his name escapes my lips like a prayer. Anyone else coming up with a Madonna reference, or is it just me? Funny, that thought is funny. 

Then Michael's arms wrap around me and all thoughts are lost. There's just the feel of his warm, wet skin, the scent of fresh water, and soap, and his cologne. The steady beating of his heart.

And the angel rays falling right outside the window.