Blame it on the Wind

      She sleeps in peaceful unaware slumber as the wind pushes gentle breezes against her window. Soft fingers of air seep through the miniscule cracks to caress her silky browned skin while blowing wisps of long brown tresses to tease her senses. Low moans escape her full pink lips to sound almost like a purr but still she sleeps, stirring only to lean into the caresses that bring such pleasure to her prone form. In the obsidian night the wind enters totally undetected.

            She awakes with a pleasurable smile on her face, stretching her long limbs to shake the sleep from toned muscles. Brushing her hair from across her face she has a momentary memory splash in front of her mind, she shakes it away without even a question as to whether or not it was real and rises from her bed. Crossing the room with panther like grace, she pulls back the curtains in order to throw open the window. Inhaling the fresh aroma of morning deep into her thirsty lungs and exhaling the night’s cobwebs from her mind, she turns to go to the kitchen and make coffee.

            Bright yellow and green curtains grace her lively kitchen and it cheers even a doubting soul. Turning on the coffee to brew, she leans seductively across the cabinet to rest her head on her hand, she has no clue how she looks for there is no one there to watch her movements. She pours a cup of the pungent brew into her favorite red cup and heads out the door to enjoy the peacefulness of being alone with nature. The bluebirds are singing a lovely tune as they flit and fly from tree to tree in a beautiful mating dance that she is privy to witness.

            It was a lazy day, a Saturday, and she had no where to be and no one was depending on her for anything today, it was her day to relax and she intended to do just that. The flower beds needed weeding and the yard needed to be mowed, that was the plan for the day and in the evening she would cook a small dinner and eat it while sitting in front the television watching some romantic movie. Then a long hot bubble bath with maybe a cold glass of wine to further relax her and unwind her mind. Yes, this would be a great day with an even greater end. She decided that she would also wash her sheets and hang them out to dry for the smell of outdoors was so conducive to a good nights sleep.

            Her day passed in relative quietness with no surprises to ruin her plans. The yard work was done quickly and the flowers were blooming. She picked a handful of impatients to decorate the table by her bed. Red, blue, pink, and white would make a lively bouquet to awaken to in the morning. She felt justified once again, the exercise agreed with her muscles and she smiled to herself as a gentle breeze swept over her body and cooled her hot skin. She must thank the tree for that gift.

            With the windows still open in the house, she could feel the silky touch of the wind across her face as she cooked her supper. It seemed to follow her to the living room where she sat on a worn, comfortable couch to inhale her fare. The couch was hunter green, upholstered in cloth with regal pillows on each end to comfort her head when she leaned against them. The wind blew her hair away from her eyes before she had to reach up and do it herself. As she leaned into
the pillows and stretched her long legs out on the body of the couch, she again thought to herself that she must thank the tree for the breeze once again. How silly, but she thought it anyway as she picked up the remote and turned the  t.v on and looked for something good to watch.

            No good movies were playing so she settled for some light sitcoms that were filled with punch lines to make a soul laugh out loud. Before she knew it, her whole face was smiling and she was relaxed once again. A deep throated laugh escaped her lips as she rolled her head back with pleasure. And once again, the breeze crossed her skin, giving her pleasure.

            After washing the dishes and taking her bath she headed towards the welcoming arms of her bed. Crawling under sheets that were fragranced with the outdoors, she felt herself giving in to the draw of sleep. Tonight her windows were open to allow the cool breeze free entrance to her domain; it lovingly touched her face as it lulled her to sleep.

            Her dreams were enticing to say the least, she found herself on a deep blue ocean drifting in a small sailboat. The warmth of the sun kissed her skin as the water splashed and fell in little droplets all over her. Some dark haired man attended to her every need even before she anticipated them herself. A cold drink was in her hand and it never seemed to be empty, she drifted in bliss.

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            The morning sun was once again accompanied by a soft and gentle breeze that tantalized her face to awareness. She welcomed the teasing caress with a morning smile that could have lit any dark room. Languidly stretching, she threw back the covers to allow the wind access to her entire body. Now, the wind purred with satisfaction at the smile on her lips. The leaves on the trees trembled with joy and the tree sighed with joy.

            She was unaware of what the tree felt towards her, just as she had no clue that the wind was created just for her. The tree had named her nymph and she would never know this either.

            Today was a day meant for reading in the shade of her favorite tree, the tree was filled with anticipation as she lay her blanket upon its’ roots. Reclining on a bright yellow pillow meant for the outdoors, she took up her book and started to read out loud. She loved doing it that way; it felt as if she were in a theater the plot was being played out in front of her. The tree loved it too as he could hear her lovely voice and pretend that she was reading only for him.

            As the day passed into afternoon she began to feel the heaviness of her eyelids pressing down as the lashes from upper and lower lids meshed together, she lay her book down beside her. Soon she was fast asleep and back in her dream of strong, muscular arms wrapped around her waist pulling her closer and closer. She moaned and snuggled tighter into the feeling. Soon, soft caresses were traversing her whole body and she trembled in delight to be so alive, she knew it was a dream but continued to sleep so as to take full advantage of the situation.          

            The evening air started to cool as the sun dipped low in the sky, leaving clouds of orange and pink to float above the horizon. She stirred as her body attempted to awaken but the arms in her dream would loose their grip on her body. Her breathing increased as she fought to wake from what had been a most pleasant dream and was now slowly turning into a nightmare of the worst kind. The harder she tried to break free it seemed the tighter his arms wound around her waist. Now something was tickling her bare tanned legs and she started to kick it away. For some odd reason the dream now had legs wrapped around hers so that she could not move, could not rise, and could not awaken from this horror.

            He loved her you know. This tree that had watched her grow from child to woman. He had loved her forever it seemed. She used climb his limbs and he would shiver with eager anticipation to feel her skin against his bark. Now he would feel her forever more, beneath the ground, wrapped tightly in the hold of his deep, deep roots. He and his nymph would be here for many years to come and he was no longer left with only his wind to caress her, he would caress his love forever now.