Arched above Brandys sleeping form like an over-ardent rainbow, Simons unclad groin made a telltale silhouette. Self-consciously, he recoiled; what could he be thinking!? Backpedaling into the bathroom, he hastily got dressed yet found himself returning to the slumberers bedside where he hovered again, spellbound, gazing at the towel in which Brandy was loosely wrapped which rose and fell, rose and fell, so temptingly. Again Simon retreated, this time into the kitchen, where he grabbed a chair and carried it back to the bed.
Brandy stirredappearing to surface from her catnaponly to shift position and re-submerge.
Simon, lifting his legs and folding them underneath him, settled down for a stint of trance-like contemplation...
focusing all of his energy
probing sleeps calm shallows to tap some deeper agitation.
With eyes closed, he felt a tingling sensation engross his spine, inducing a sensation of being slowly drained, his life-force tapped by hers (or such was his impression)
emptying him of Self
until Otherness took egos place
floating in suspension
referents in default
Brandy stirred again.
sensing someone's rising like a bubble
through clot-thick viscosity
trailing a long-drawn effervescent wake
toward which Simon reached
groped as if to catch some transitory molecule.
Brandys eyes and Simons blinked open simultaneously. They stared at each other, one, two, three full seconds before whatever it was that bound them, of its own accord, broke.
Simon rushed to get his pad and pen; Brandy fastened her undone towel with equal urgency.
"Have I been asleep long? Whats the matter? What are you doing?"
With no clear notion why, Simon wrote down a name. He hurried back to show her, kneeling beside the bed.
"ADRIENNE? Whos Adrienne?"
He shrugged, unsure himself.
Brandy sat confused, reflecting upon the name.
"I dont know any Adrienne. Do you?"
He shook his head.
She was fully awake now. She propped herself on one elbow and looked him straight in the eye.
"I had a dream maybe? Was I talking in my sleep?"
Again he shook his head.
"I dont get it then. Are you sure I didnt mumble something? Ive been going through this phase, lately, ever since I fooled around with a close friend's Ouija board."
Brandy faltered; had Simon smiled?
"Whats so funny; you dont believe in Ouija boards?"
"Well, Im not so sure I do either, but Lynnthats my friend's nameconjured up some pretty amazing particulars."
She rolled over to the beds opposite side and snapped on the lamp.
"The last time we indulged she asked the board to tell us who wed been. You know, in our former lives? I suppose you dont believe in reincarnation, either?"
Simon shrugged noncommittally, careful not to repeat his former smirk.
"I didnt either, at the time, but I started to afterwards. You see, the Ouija board told us Ive had six incarnations, and that one of themLord knows whywas trying to get in touch. Of course I took that with a grain of saltuntil I started having these eerie dreams. Nightmares, almost; I woke up screaming once. That was the last time. Though recently Ive been waking with a sense of having been told stuff. Like secrets. Only nothing seems to stick once I'm awake."
She searched his face.
"You're sure I wasnt babbling?"
No, he was not sure. And his own explanation, by comparison, was scarcely less fantastic.
"Or maybe you dreamed it yourself?"
Nor could he rule that out either.
Mutually at a loss, they allowed the matter to drop.
"How bout dinner?"
Simon nodded, then signed that he would wait in the kitchen while Brandy got dressed. As he left, chair in hand, she closed (and locked) the bedroom door behind him.
Why does he do that!? Whoever heard of a person getting off on another persons sleep? Its harmless enough, I suppose, but, boy, it sure is creepy.
Brandy looked at the pad he had left behind.
�And this name, ADRIENNE� I didn�t want to let on, but it does ring a bell. If I knew such a person, however, how the hell could he? I mean know somebody I know. By gazing into my eyes the instant I awoke? Unlikely. And why, having caught him in the act, wasnt I more surprised? I almost knew hed be there. I wasn't even angry.
One question led to another, and another; asking brought no answers. Brandy turned instead to choosing her attire.