Dream or Reality?
I walked into the crowded opera house to watch another wonderful performance. However, as I entered, I could tell this wasn't just ANY ordinary performance. It was a masquerade performance. The audience was hiding behind masks and feathers.
There was a greeter dressed as Don Juan. He never said a word, just took my hand and gently kissed it. He looked so familiar, but with all the masks around it could've been anyone.
I found my seat halfway down the center section and on the aisle. That's when I heard it...
Meg came running up and threw her arms around me. As she sat down next to me, "Don Juan" walked over and without looking at me, sat in the seat directly in front of me.
" If only he would turn around, maybe I can discover who this man is. I KNOW I've seen him before," I thought to myself.
Meg's voice drew my attention away from the man...
"I'm sorry Meg. My mind was elsewhere. What were you saying?"
"I said that your mask is great," she repeated.
"Thank you Meg, but it's killing me. The strap is too tight and the mask is cutting into my left eye," I complained.
"Don Juan" turned around in his seat.
"I can fix it if you'd like," he whispered.
His voice had me mesmerized. When I nodded he stood up and held out his hand.
"Where have I heard that voice before? Who is this man?" The curiosity was getting the better of me.
I reached out and took his hand. His touch sent shocks throughout my body.
"Where do I know you from?" I asked.
He didn't answer.. He just led me out of the auditorium and to a little storage room. Once inside I realized it was a makeshift dressing room. When he turned the light on, my breath caught in my throat. It was ME. The walls were covered with pictures, newspaper clippings, and opera posters. My face was plastered all over the walls. As he was looking through some drawers, I couldn't help but to read some of the clippings. Reviews. Some had red Xs through them, and realized those were the bad reviews. I turned around and that's when I saw it. It was a painting of HIM... Erik... He wasn't wearing a mask, and his right side looked as perfect as his left. It was then I realized who this Don Juan was. My heart skipped a beat, and I gasped. He must've thought my gasp was at the painting for he said:
"That's the way I wish I looked. That's how I look in my dreams."
I walked over to embrace him, and that's when I heard it...
My alarm went off. I opened my eyes and threw my pillow at it. When it still didn't stop, I sat up, and tried to kill it for waking me out of my dream. After realizing that there was no way I could go back to my dream, I got out of bed, and started a new day... A new day of daydreaming of Erik.
Author's note: This was a dream I had last night, and I HAD to share it. ;)