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I was dreaming; I had to be. I was sure no place like this ever existed. Golden sand stretched toward the horizon in every direction. The sun was high in the sky, but I couldn’t feel the heat that was coming off it. The sand didn’t burn my bare feet. I wiggled my toes, making sure I could feel them, making sure that I could feel at all in this mysterious dream world. The sand didn’t even feel like sand! It felt like the finest silk was swaddling my feet, reminding me of the costumes I made for work, even though the materials I worked with were nowhere near as luxurious. As a theater costume designer, I only worked with the cheapest versions of all the finest fabrics. An unfelt wind swept across the terrain, not ruffling a hair on my head, but picking up and twisting the sand into the most amazing shapes. I’ve never seen wind and sand do this before. The sand shifted into trees, palm trees. I could make out each of the leaves, and the scratches on the bark of the tree. The trees fell apart and the sand formed a new scene. A woman lying in a bed… me! The detail was exquisite. I could see my eyelashes, and I swear that I could see my breathing. After a minute this scene disappeared too. The sand then began to move on the ground, twisting into hypnotic abstract patterns. It was at this moment it occurred to me that I might have actually gone crazy. It was the stress from work; it must be. I’d been working hard the past month to create costumes for a new show. It also didn’t help that all everyone at work would ever talk about was their relationships. Betty had a new boyfriend, Carl just broke up with his fiancé, and Joyce is getting a divorce… blah, blah, blah. All that just made me feel depressed. At least other people had a relationship to have problems with! I hadn’t had a boyfriend Ankara bayan escort for five years, and let me tell you that living alone with your cat and always using your hand or a toy makes you feel very lonely very quickly. So it goes for a woman of my size. I wasn’t huge, but I definitely wasn’t small. It was hard to find clothes in my size in either the normal section, or the plus sized section. Men usually just glanced the other way. I was unappealing, uninteresting, but I was used to that by now. All of a sudden the sand began to flow out from under my feet. Beneath me, what I can only describe as a whirlpool of sand began to pull me under the surface. I should have been panicking, but as my knees were pulled beneath the sand, I felt an overwhelming sense of calm wash over me. The silky feeling of the sand swept up to my mid-thigh before reaching the fabric of my nightgown. I reached my fingertips down to touch the sand, and I could still feel the individual grains. It was such an odd feeling. It shouldn’t be. I figured that once I completely fell through the hole I would wake up, just like the other strange dreams I’d had lately. In one, I was at work alone with the overwhelming desire to try on the costumes. I wasn’t worried at all that even the smallest one wouldn’t fit. They all looked more beautiful on me than I’d ever seen them on anyone else. In another dream I was in a green park, lying in the shade of an old oak tree, completely at peace. When each of these dreams ended I was sucked through the ground, and each time it felt like I was being watched. I closed my eyes, surrendering myself to the end of the dream. Suddenly I was falling, but not for very long. After a few seconds I landed in a soft plush chair. Was I still dreaming? Escort bayan Ankara I pinched myself, but I didn’t wake up. However, I remembered that I’d fallen asleep in bed, and I didn’t own a chair like this. It was purple, and the material was similar to suede, but softer. I fit in it perfectly, as if it were made specifically for me. “You are still dreaming, and you aren’t at the same time” a voice said from across the room. I’d been so wrapped up in what happened and where I was that I had failed to notice the man standing across the room. “I brought you here. Actually, I’ve given you all of your dreams lately.” He was tall and around my age. His hair was golden blond and shaggy, falling just below his ears. Amber eyes flashed at me, accentuating his pale skin. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt and jeans. He looked like any man off the street, except for those flashing eyes. His voice was soft, and sounded like sand running through an hourglass. “This is the place between places, the time between times,” he smiled at me. “Welcome to my home.” He gestured to the room, his arms wide. The space was small and cozy. A king bed lay in one corner. In another corner a small kitchen, a bathroom in the other, and then there was my corner, which was the chair surrounded by full bookshelves. I didn’t see anything that resembled an exit at all. I looked back at him, confused. “Who are you? Where am I?” “You are in my home, as I told you. I,” he started with a smile, “am the Sandman, bringer of dreams!” Finishing with a flourish, he disappeared in a puff of sand, and reappeared on the arm of my chair. “The Sandman?!” I squeaked. “Why’d you bring me here?” “You are overworked and underappreciated,” he mumbled. “I see it in your dreams. You dream of Bayan escort Ankara failing at work and being alone. You dream all these awful things night after night.” He pushed his bottom lip out in a pout. “I rarely interfere with people’s dreams anymore. I just make sure they happen. But with you, I had to intervene. I couldn’t just sit back and watch you be miserable. You’re a good person and a beautiful woman.” I gasped a little bit when he said that. “So I sent you good dreams. Dreams that made you feel beautiful or peaceful. But that wasn’t enough. You were still sad, still insecure, so I brought you here.” He looked up at me through his thick golden lashes. “I’ve never brought anyone here before. It’s always just been me. I don’t know why I did it. I guess I just wanted to talk to you.” I couldn’t be mad at him. Not when he was as lonely or lonelier than I was. “Why me?” I asked, thoroughly confused. “You’re lonely. You’re smart, but you don’t think so. You’re sweet and caring and oh so beautiful.” He trailed a finger up my bare arm to my covered shoulder. His touch felt almost like a cat tongue, soft but rough. I shivered and blushed. Not sure how to react, I reached out and caressed the side of his face. He sighed, his eyes closing. “So long,” he whispered. “It’s been so long since anyone has touched me.” He placed his hand over mine, bringing my palm to his lips, pressing them against the soft skin there. My heart melted, watching this gentle lonely man. He really cared for me, and that’s all he wanted in return. I tilted his chin up so I could look in his eyes. He looked sad and happy at the same time, which I could understand. But he also looked scared. Then I realized he was scared I was going to be upset and angry. He was scared that I was going to leave him lonely. I couldn’t do that to him. Before I could lose my nerve, I leaned in and kissed him. His lips felt soft and warm beneath mine, and he responded immediately. He placed his hand on the back of my head, pulling me closer to him. His lips were both commanding and yielding. He broke the kiss, both of us panting.
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