The Writer's Pocket

Irked in the picturesque moonlight. Not in the mood for starry-eyed stargazing. Even as cars parked, with fogged windows, wobble. Even as young'uns sneak from home to dawdle, Down dimly lit pathways in pleasant parks, handholding and eyegazing. Yes, tonight, a "kingdom far far away," and "Once upon a time," but Unfortunately,  the scene lasts only as long as the night and reality returns with day.

Rose lifted her chin to face the clear, open sky and the corners of her mouth crept upwards slightly. She felt the loving heat from the sun blanket her and the pleasant breeze caress her skin under the covers. Then, her heart whispered a cool secret and the strength flushed from her body. Her eyelids drooped and the corners of her mouth sagged and her shoulders felt heavy, an invisible weight placed upon them. So, she let the breeze put his hands on her chest and he nudged her backwards. She fell. The warm water reached out and caught her by the small of her back. He walked his hands upwards to gently lay her across his surface. Suddenly, she was weightless.  Her legs drifted to the surface and her arms floated out and away from her body. Her attempted braid loosened and released, the strands of her hair spreading wide around her head like a flower in bloom. Her lips parted gently in comfort and she remained this way, drifting, gently cradled by the water's embrace. As she lay, sh...