As I opened my eyes and looked down, I saw my arm resting against hers. I am stuck in the middle seat of the plane, having sex dreams from a strangers touch. She smiles at me as I awaken, not knowing what thoughts our slight connection has caused.
I smile back, move my arm slightly, and close my eyes again, hoping to pick up the dream again, but knowing that will not happen. It never does. I only get darkness.
I keep thinking of the dream, the girl, the darkness. It won’t escape my thoughts. I think and drive until I find myself in the center of nowhere. I shout to the trees, and listen for a response.
At least they listen.
I find remnants of another soul, look around for a body, but only get a uneasy sense of creepy emptiness blowing in the wind. I look up at the circling vultures in the clear blue sky, and hastily drive away.
It is not my time, I tell the ancient spirits in this land.