As the sun bid its final farewell of the day to the sky, the night covered the earth. As always, she had gone to the window to open it for the night, she loved the feel of the cool night air, it was the only way she could seem to sleep lately. She looked up in to the sky to admire the beauty of the full moon above. What a wonderful night, the smell of the roses and the lilacs in the garden below was like aroma therapy for her. The night air and the fragrant flowers calmed her now.
The stars shone so brightly, in fact she could make out most of the constellations with little or no difficulty at all. Her friends had always gently teased her about her love of the night time things. The stars, the moon, she believed it all effected people in different ways. Most of her friends humored her about things she said she "felt" sometimes, but she knew deep in her heart, that very few, if any, believed her. The fact that she accepted this was good for her, she thought. She had always know that she was "different."
She sometimes just "knew things" as a child, like when someone was coming for a visit, or who was on the other end of the telephone when it would ring. She would always keep it to herself though, quietly she would just smile to herself when she got something right. In that time, her speaking out of her abilities, would have done her more harm then good, and she knew it, so she always kept it quietly to herself. There was a time, when she almost told her mother, but at the tender age of 5, this would have surely been discounted as a vivid imagination. By the time she reached her early teens, she could tell when someone was in trouble, or when something bad was about to happen, but still she kept it all inside, never wanting anyone to know that she wasn't "normal."
By the time she reached her late twenties, her parents had both passed and her "family" showed no interest in her, so she began to be more open with her abilities. Growing tired of having to keep everything bottled inside of her.
She did things that other people would surely think "odd" like burying an apple and lighting a candle on all Hallow's eve, this was done to feed a hungry soul and help them to enter the light that some so desperately searched for. Sometimes something so simple as giving someone vanilla to burn for a child with a tummy ache. She had become the friendly neighborhood aroma therapist, after a visit from the lady next door, asking her if she knew of any medicine that would help her son's tummy ache and inability to sleep. She kindly suggested burning vanilla for the child, that it would ease his cramping tummy and sooth him to sleep, little did she know that this "quiet" woman next door, would announce, through the gossip channel, that her neighbor Teesha, had helped her son, and that she had seen her burning all kinds of candles in her home at night, with no lights on, incense burning.
Teesha thought for sure that by the time it got back around, it would be told that she had a cauldron in her kitchen and she was seen dressed in a pointy hat riding a broom about the house. Amazingly, she only heard that she was a very good aroma therapist, though she doubted very much they would have told her more if they had heard it. But everyone smiled at her, and waved when they saw her out in the yard planting flowers or sitting under the moon in her swing.
She eventually decided that either they thought she would turn them into toads if they confronted her, or that they simply didn't care "what" she was, because she was kind. In the summer time, she would get a knock on the door, asking for something to take away the pain for a skinned up knee, or a bruised elbow from the children around the small community, and as long as the children liked her, and were not afraid of her, nothing else mattered. The little ones were always coming over to visit her when she was outside, she let them touch the roses, something that no one else would ever allow because they were afraid the children would totally destroy them.
But to their amazement, her flower garden, with all the touching and smelling from the children, was the healthiest bountiful flower garden there. She knew the children's love and curiosity helped the flowers grow, but she knew that trying to explain this to an"adult" would be a mute point. Teesha loved the small community she lived in, it was peaceful, people liked her, and she was surrounded by trees and living things, the nights were wonderful, all the children were inside and in bed at 10.pm at the latest. Still something was missing, an empty space inside of herself that had always been there, it didn't seem to matter who or what was in her live, it was always there, tugging on her sub conscious mind. Bringing her thoughts back to present, she rose to leave her window seat to do her nightly routine by lighting the candles by the bed and all around the room.
She stopped suddenly, catching something out of the corner of her eye. She wasn't quite sure what it was that she had seen, or if in fact she had seen anything at all, but something inside of her knew that she did see...something...a shadow?, a tree branch possibly. She leaned out her window for a closer look, hmmm, nothing. She tried to shrug it off as stress or just plain old tiredness, that was it, she was just tired.
Trying to convince herself that this was, in fact, what it was, she brought her head back inside the window and lit her candles. Once this was done, she decided, because of her apparent hallucination, that she would just lie down on her comfy feather bed, and look out the window, there she could see only the sky, thus preventing another infraction of her brain. Giggling silently to herself for her silliness, she searched and found, what constellations she could find, then turned her attention to the flames of the candles.
Meditating using candles was her favorite way to drain the tension of the day, and the "feeling" she was having, that something was out there that night, was still cause a stir within her she simply could not shake. She always loved how they seemed to make dancing shadows on the walls, flickering once in awhile. Their shadows seemingly caressed each other at times. Her mind drifted again, to a familiar fantasy that she would loose herself in when she felt lonely. So handsome, was her dream lover, he would hold her in his arms and kiss her gently. His long black hair brushing across her arms when he lay down next to her. The deeper she lost herself in her dream, the less she noticed what was going on around her, all of her new candles but one, had gone completely out, and that one was very dim now. Drifting in and out of consciousness, she barely noticed that a thick mist had crept to her window, and was now just outside her room.
The feeling inside her had become stronger, but she couldn't seem to fight off the semi conscious state that had almost completely overtaken her now. But somehow this "feeling" had changed, it had gone from the "something or someone is watching you" feeling, to a soft gently tug at her soul, almost a seduction of sorts. No fear, no anxiety, just an overwhelming sense of longing. From half closed eyes, she glanced at her window, barely making out the mist that seemed to loom in the entrance of her room, not moving, just suspended there, without thought, she beckoned it to her, an overwhelming need to feel it's cool moist presence around her. No conscious, rational thought entered her mind now, there was no want or need for it, she simply decided to let her "dream" take over, and lead to wherever it may.
As the mist floated through her window and surrounded her, she simply closed her eyes in her semi conscious state, and let her sub conscious mind take over. If she had only known that looking at the very dim candle, she would have seen the shadow that appeared on the wall, things may have been very different. At first she heard only soft whispers of her name," Teesha, my lovely Teesha," it would say, "As you called to me, I came, and I am here. Let me love you as no other can." The voice was so soothing, so filled with passion, she had neither the will, or the desire, to refuse. Through still closed eyes, she opened her arms, letting her body take over. The first sensation she felt was the gentle pressure of a large but gentle hand stroking her hair, it was not until what she believed to be the most sensual kiss she had ever received was happening, that she opened her eyes. Never in a million years did she believe that this could happen, lying next to her on his side, handsome head propped on one hand, she looked into his eyes, it was him, imagination or not, it was him, her dream lover, easing her hand to the back of his neck, she pulled him closer. The feel of his moist warm mouth on hers, kissing each lip individually at first, the gently, seductively pulling at the lower one with his teeth. As she parted her lips, she felt his tongue enter her mouth, teasingly caressing her tongue with his own each time he would glide it slowly in and out of her mouth.
As his hand moved down her face and to her slender throat, she felt the very deepest part of her, that empty space, the space that no one had ever come close to touching, begin to come alive. So slowly he caressed her, as not to miss one inch. She moved her hand from his neck, up into his hair, running her fingers along his scalp, entangling her hand gently into the thick black hair. The deep almost inaudible moan that came from him caused electricity to seemingly run through her body. Slowly he released her mouth from his own, so slowly it was almost painful for her, kissing each lip once more, he moved his mouth to her forehead, placing soft moist kisses, while his hand continued to caress her throat.
Turning slowly onto her side, she began returning his soft kisses, starting at his squared jaw, opening her mouth slightly to taste his skin. His hand moved to her shoulder, slowly pushing aside the tiny strap of the white muslin gown she was wearing, just off her shoulder enough for him to feel nothing but the softness of her. From his jaw, she moved slowly towards his ear, leaving tiny traces of moisture from her slowly flickering tongue along the way. She kissed him just behind his ear lobe, and gently nipped at the soft flesh. His skin tasted of musk, a bittersweet taste she now was very fond of.
His hand went back to her shoulder, and he gently pushed her onto her back, pressing her softly to the bed. He looked deeply into her eyes, not moving, she took his large hand into her own much smaller one, and placed it on the lacing on the bodice of the soft muslin gown, his fingers now moved on their own, with great expertise, un tying the delicate strands that held the front of her gown together.
Most carefully he untied the first strands of lace, softly kissing her lips, then down her throat, he placed moist kisses to every part of skin he uncovered as he removed the laces from their loops one at a time. His hand went to her left shoulder, removing the tiny strap and sliding down her arm. Reaching her wrist with the strap, he moved to her right shoulder, brushing his fingertips ever so slightly across her breasts.
The intake of her breath at the motion, returned his eyes to hers. Though his lips never moved, and he spoke not a word, she heard every word his eyes said "I do as you wish, sweet Teesha, tell me to stop and I will ." She said nothing, she only wished in her mind he would never stop, that he would remain with her for eternity. As if her read her thoughts, he returned his hand to the strap on her right shoulder, and pushed it slowly down her arm. His kisses again being placed on her skin, from her collar bone, where the first lace had been removed, slowly down her chest.
