My mind wondered, lost between the wind and the falling snow. Shy rays of sunlight hurt my eyes and I close them. I see you, I can clearly see you right there in front of me. I felt as if I could touch you if only I could move my arms. I soon realized I could only stare. Stare at your smile shining face, eyes... you were smiling again with your whole face as only you know how. Behind you the sun light covered you in such a beautiful aura, a peaceful existence. In my mind I craved for something more.. A word!
Your smile grew bigger. As if in slow motion you licked your lips softly and simply said: "Butterflies!"
You could hear me, you were inside of my head and you could hear my thoughts.
An action: "Butterflies in my stomach!" - you said as your cheeks grew pink...
And although I could not move I could feel, and I clearly felt the warmth of that hand on my face, the thumb of a soft skinned hand rubbing gently my recently shaved face...
And then cold, a very cold hand touching my forearm:"Are you ok?"
By instinct I opened my eyes. This tall bearded man was staring at me. His cold right hand holding my left arm. As I opened my eyes his face drew a small smile. "It's cold out here to be sleeping at this time of the day. I thought something had happened to you." "No, I'm fine! Just resting my eyes."
John, or Jack, was the name in the tag on his chest.
I guess it was just a dream. I tried to close my eyes again but your face vanished. I could still almost feel your aroma. One word still on my mind... And a strange feeling on my stomach...
