sisu's Dream

sisu's Dream

She lays her head tiredly on her pillow It's been an exausting day.
Her mind is a turmoil of thoughts filtering through faster than she can almost process them.
Scattered thoughts, some lingering some fleeting. It's like someone opened a floodgate.
She sits up and grabs the hairbrush from the nightstand beside the bed.
Slowly she starts drawing it through her hair. She tries to relax, closing her eyes taking deep breaths and letting them out slowly and evenly as she drags the brush down through her silky mane.
A voice in the back of her mind whispers to her, "Here, let me do that for you." She feels the brush slipping gently from her fingers and a warm hand on the back of her neck where he lifts her long hair, shivering slightly as the cool air rushes to meet the warmth created there.
She feels the brush pulling at the underside of her hair, making her head tip back slightly.
"How relaxing this feels", she thinks to herself. Almost as if he is really there, stroking her hair.
Her eyes open lazily as she looks around. She is alone in the room, the dim light from the nightstand casting it's gentle glow around the room. Shadows falling here and there.
A sudden restlessness overcomes her, and she gets up to move about the room.
She picks up the lighter from the nightstand and sets the incense stick that is sitting in it's holder on the dresser ablaze. She looks into the flame a moment, lost in thought, watching it until it glows red and then softly blows the flame out. The whispy trails of smoke float up to surround her in the heady scent of jasmine. Such a sweet musky smell... she breathes in deeply and lets the air rush slowly out of her lungs.
Walking a bit further she lights some candles that are scattered around the room.
She is *going* to relax... she has to. As she lights the last candle, she pauses.
Feeling the warmth of two hands being placed on her shoulders. She tips her head forward slightly as they begin massaging her tired shoulders.
"God, that feels so good.", she thinks. The hands move up to the base of her neck, fingers moving deftly, kneading in a circular motion. They move down, in the same wonderful motion,
all the way down her spine, and up again.
She moans softly under her breath, and the hands disappear.
Picking up her head and looking around the room she sees nobody there.
It's empty, lifeless, except for the flickering of candlelight dancing around the room.
She walks to the nightstand and clicks off the lamp there.
She sits down on the edge of the bed, sliding her feet out of the high heeled shoes she is wearing.
Wiggling her toes and stretching her feet, she leans back on the bed.
Raising her arms above her head she stretches her whole body.
Her back arches off the soft mattress, her neck curved as she tips her head back.
She lifts up a leg to stretch it out, and feels the warm hands on her calf, holding it there, mid-air.
They gently move down her leg, towards her foot, stroking and massaging her.
She can feel the thumbs digging into the arch of her tired foot, and she groans, loving it.
The hands stroke upwards on her foot to her toes, rubbing each one carefully in turn.
And then run down to her heel, grasping it and massaging it until she feels herself relaxing again.
She feels the hands set her leg down carefully, only to move over to the other leg to give it the same attention.
By the time they are done, she can feel her feet and legs tingling with new life, feeling totally relaxed and invigorated all at once.
Lifting herself up on her elbows to look down at her feet, she sees nothing.
No one is there, she is alone. She stands up slowly, unbuttoning her blouse and removing it in one swift motion.
Setting it carefully over the rail at the end of her bed. She reaches behind her to unbutton
and unzip her short skirt and slides its down from her hips slowly bending to retrieve it from the floor. She folds it slowly and places it at the end of her bed as well.
Hooking her thumbs under her thigh high stocking, she sits on the edge of her bed and rolls it down slowly and neatly. Placing it on the bed next to her, and removing the other one in the same fashion.
She takes the pair of stockings and walks over to the highback chair that sits so quietly next to her dresser. As she moves, she catches something out of the corner of her eye.
It is her own reflection in the mirror. Tipping her head to the side, her long auburn hair falling forward over her shoulder, she reaches behind herself to undo her bra and slides it from her shoulders, down her arms. Tossing it onto the chair as well.
She reaches for the top of her panties, sliding them slowly down to the floor and stepping out of them in one fluid movement, they join the rest of the undergarments in the chair.
Slowly she walks back to her soft warm bed.
Pulling back the covers, and climbing in. Laying her head down on the pillow and pulling the blankets up to cover her naked body.
She takes one last look around the room. And then she closes her eyes, and drifts off into a peaceful sleep.
A smile crosses her soft lips as she dreams of the One that has touched her so completely.
~sisu~
September, 1999