I scratched my head
And the answers were gone
From hand to hand
Wrist to the elbow
Red blood sand
Could Dad be God
Crosses hung out like a wet rag
Forgive you why
You hung me out to dry
Maybe I'm crazy
But laughing out loud-Spoon by DMB.
The sun was stretching her fingers over the horizon, gripping the shade of night and pulling it away. Streaks of pale light painted the morning sky. Pink, yellow, red, orange all cut through the last vestiges of the night?s indigo veil. Waves rumbled and fought their way to shore, breaking themselves apart upon the sand only to return to the undertow, then back out into the sea. Rumbling their discontent in their never ending journey, taking with them stories in the sand and songs in shells to another shoreline.
Light trickled in through shades casting vertical shadows across the wallpaper of maps she had plastered up on the walls. This would normally wake her, were she in her bed. The sheets were shoved to down and her pillow was tossed on the floor. All signs pointed to someone had slept there, and were now gone. The bedroom door was ajar, hanging on the doorknob was her messenger bag. She never left home without it. The house was never locked so that was not bizarre. Just the door leading out to the back deck was wide open. A couple of brave seagulls were attempting to waddle in. But,Kavi was playing protector and hunter. She was having nothing of the fowl sort come through that door on her watch. The gate that led to the beach was creaking on it hinges with the sea breeze. Her footprints in the sand were hours old and had begun to fade leaving a poor trail to follow. She had walked west along the beach, barefoot and along the water?s edge. Her steps from that point on had washed away, as the sea plays for keeps and nothing is ever left on shore for long.
A little ways down where the shore jutted into the water, she sat on the weathered, water carved stones. Small shoulders were curled inward as her head was bent forward in sleep. The black linen pants and red cotton shirt did little to dispel the chill. They were soaked with salt water and speckled with sand. Her fingers twitched with the rhythm of her dreams, her feet swirled in the eddy pools left by a departing tide. She still did not wake even as her flesh rippled with goosebumps and her body shivered from the damp chill. Seaweed was twisted within auburn hair as tendrils whirled and curled and stuck to her cheeks. She still slept.
She still dreamed.
The water was warm, and clear. The sea was a dead calm. Not a ripple, not a blip of a fish, there was nothing but water, sand and her. Rekah sunk into the turquoise liquid up to her nose, before starting to backpeddle to the shore. A sun filled sky was filling with clouds. Overcast and gray. The water still calm, and black. She could never reach that safety of sand. Five feet would turn into ten. Ten feet would turn into twenty. Arms pulled surely, and smoothly through the water, a flutter kick to move her along. There was no panic as she stopped to tread water and look to the beach once more. It was only ten feet away. Ten feet before her feet could touch sand. She started forward again, one windmill pull after another and nothing. Nothing lost and nothing gained. She tread water again. Tired and spitting water from her mouth. A lucky last breath before she was yanked under. Tendrils of dead man?s fingers wrapped around her ankles and pulled her down into the murky depths. Legs kicked, arms paddled towards the retreating surface. A curtain of bubbles went past her face, they reached the top. She kicked, and kicked. The water filling her lungs. The panic of certain death kicking in...
She jerked awake with a gasp, drawing in the air she?d thought she was lacking. Then she rolled backwards off the stone into a pool of water. It was late morning. Her face was burned from the sun. But, she did not feel this. No, as she laid in the water, her chin tilted upwards and she squinted her eyes. Rekah just sighed.
?Oh man...not again.?
She laid there for a minute or ten before finally clambering to her feet and taking her water logged self back to the house. Dragging her feet up the steps and across the deck, she tiredly hit the door and pushed it open. Closing it behind her as she ambled towards the couch and laid down face first in the cushions. An arm and a leg draped over the side as she fell right back asleep. This time there would be no dreams, just dark, deep sleep. A gift from the Sandman.
But, who really goes to sleep to dream.?
And the answers were gone
From hand to hand
Wrist to the elbow
Red blood sand
Could Dad be God
Crosses hung out like a wet rag
Forgive you why
You hung me out to dry
Maybe I'm crazy
But laughing out loud-Spoon by DMB.
The sun was stretching her fingers over the horizon, gripping the shade of night and pulling it away. Streaks of pale light painted the morning sky. Pink, yellow, red, orange all cut through the last vestiges of the night?s indigo veil. Waves rumbled and fought their way to shore, breaking themselves apart upon the sand only to return to the undertow, then back out into the sea. Rumbling their discontent in their never ending journey, taking with them stories in the sand and songs in shells to another shoreline.
Light trickled in through shades casting vertical shadows across the wallpaper of maps she had plastered up on the walls. This would normally wake her, were she in her bed. The sheets were shoved to down and her pillow was tossed on the floor. All signs pointed to someone had slept there, and were now gone. The bedroom door was ajar, hanging on the doorknob was her messenger bag. She never left home without it. The house was never locked so that was not bizarre. Just the door leading out to the back deck was wide open. A couple of brave seagulls were attempting to waddle in. But,Kavi was playing protector and hunter. She was having nothing of the fowl sort come through that door on her watch. The gate that led to the beach was creaking on it hinges with the sea breeze. Her footprints in the sand were hours old and had begun to fade leaving a poor trail to follow. She had walked west along the beach, barefoot and along the water?s edge. Her steps from that point on had washed away, as the sea plays for keeps and nothing is ever left on shore for long.
A little ways down where the shore jutted into the water, she sat on the weathered, water carved stones. Small shoulders were curled inward as her head was bent forward in sleep. The black linen pants and red cotton shirt did little to dispel the chill. They were soaked with salt water and speckled with sand. Her fingers twitched with the rhythm of her dreams, her feet swirled in the eddy pools left by a departing tide. She still did not wake even as her flesh rippled with goosebumps and her body shivered from the damp chill. Seaweed was twisted within auburn hair as tendrils whirled and curled and stuck to her cheeks. She still slept.
She still dreamed.
The water was warm, and clear. The sea was a dead calm. Not a ripple, not a blip of a fish, there was nothing but water, sand and her. Rekah sunk into the turquoise liquid up to her nose, before starting to backpeddle to the shore. A sun filled sky was filling with clouds. Overcast and gray. The water still calm, and black. She could never reach that safety of sand. Five feet would turn into ten. Ten feet would turn into twenty. Arms pulled surely, and smoothly through the water, a flutter kick to move her along. There was no panic as she stopped to tread water and look to the beach once more. It was only ten feet away. Ten feet before her feet could touch sand. She started forward again, one windmill pull after another and nothing. Nothing lost and nothing gained. She tread water again. Tired and spitting water from her mouth. A lucky last breath before she was yanked under. Tendrils of dead man?s fingers wrapped around her ankles and pulled her down into the murky depths. Legs kicked, arms paddled towards the retreating surface. A curtain of bubbles went past her face, they reached the top. She kicked, and kicked. The water filling her lungs. The panic of certain death kicking in...
She jerked awake with a gasp, drawing in the air she?d thought she was lacking. Then she rolled backwards off the stone into a pool of water. It was late morning. Her face was burned from the sun. But, she did not feel this. No, as she laid in the water, her chin tilted upwards and she squinted her eyes. Rekah just sighed.
?Oh man...not again.?
She laid there for a minute or ten before finally clambering to her feet and taking her water logged self back to the house. Dragging her feet up the steps and across the deck, she tiredly hit the door and pushed it open. Closing it behind her as she ambled towards the couch and laid down face first in the cushions. An arm and a leg draped over the side as she fell right back asleep. This time there would be no dreams, just dark, deep sleep. A gift from the Sandman.
But, who really goes to sleep to dream.?