just a chill

Kale woke up in the middle of the night in a sweat. It was as if he were coming back from another world. And she was there. And he'd been with her. Only she wouldn't talk to him. They'd kissed. OK, more than kissed even. As if they had all this catching up to do in a night-filled world where he could hardly make out who she was. Just a blue form who's skin was warm and her lips were sublime, and she knew exactly what he wanted even before he did.


It felt so real. It was if he belonged there not here.


It was such a mystery, and Kale found it rather hard to breathe now as he thought of her. Doing his best to make out the texture of her skin. The color of her hair. It was so obvious.... and yet like a distant memory that would not surface completely.


Kale felt all the worse as he got up to splash water on his face in the bathroom. He stood there looking in the mirror waiting for something to appear. Hopefully, it would be her. Hopefully, he'd have the answers he needed.


He dried his wet face then. Looked back in the mirror. Suddenly, he felt a chill come over him. Someone stared at him from the mirror, but it wasn't her.