Part III

Part III





Silently, I
extracted myself from her loving arms, carefully avoiding her awakening. I
stole quietly across the moonlit room, away from our bed where she slept ever
so peacefully. I knew that she loved me, and I was certain of my love for her,
but I found no sleep in that bed. The dream had returned, leaving a
foreshadowing emptiness in the pit of my being.


That
horrific dream where I am viciously haunted, not by a physical atrocity, but
rather by the image of an alternate reality, it is this reality where fate had
not arranged a glorious meeting. It was this alternate reality that frightened
me more than the most demonic monster.

In
this reality, she and I had never met.