Delores moran 1 Mimi Dey

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The Woman in Blue

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The Woman in Blue

by Delores moran 1 Mimi Dey 3 mins.

Part one.

Last night I dreamed I saw again The Woman in Blue down the back alley behind the old house where I used to live on the corner of Convamore and Pasture.

She smiled when she saw me. “It’s been a while,” she said.

I was shocked to see her, I have to admit. But she looked as beautiful as she always had. Anyway I knew this was just a dream and wouldn’t probably take that long to finish before I woke.

She had other ideas, though, and led me to the restaurant, on Ladysmith, where we used to go back in the day. It was so beautiful and warm in there and we had cheese sandwiches and coffee while she told me where she had been.

I listened intrigued by the tales of her travels while being totally blown away by her timeless beauty. “You know,” I said, “I should have married you.”

“You had no choice,” she replied with a laugh, “I’m not real, remember?”

“But you look so real,” I said.

“In dreams, people do look real,” she said.

I nodded. I wanted to take her with me to the real world, but I knew it was impossible. I said, “Will I ever see you again after tonight?”

“Of cause,” she said, “I live inside you, remember?”

I did remember. But suddenly the picture began to fade. “I don’t want to leave you,” I told her.

“You never will,” she said, “a part of me will always be with you.” Then she was gone and I was lying awake in my bed with tears in my eyes. This is always how it is with The Woman in Blue.

Part two

In the morning I had no work.

I could just sit by the picture window in the apartment and watch the world go by down below.

It was a sweet warm summer day and suddenly I had the urge to stroll down 7th Avenue towards Central Park.

I had always loved the streets of Manhattan.

The old house on Convamore and Pasture seemed to have been in another lifetime, for now I was certainly a long way from the small seaside town in northern England where I had been born.

I was seventeen and something of dreamer when I first met The Woman in Blue.

I had gone to bed early, bored with the stuff on TV and soon drifted off to sleep. In the dream I had I was stepping out the backyard gate into the narrow alley beyond on a starry moonlit night when I bumped into somebody.

Just then the moonlight became a silhouette around the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, a woman in a clinging blue silk dress standing there, smiling. "Well," she said, "so we meet at last."

I gazed star struck at the heavy main of auburn curls around her fabulous face. “Do I know you?” I said, curious.

“In a manner of speaking,” she replied, “yes.”

I had no idea what she was meant, but the serene look of her simply took my breath away and I think I knew right there and then that this was the woman I wanted to spend my life with.

“Where did you come from?” I asked.

“A part of me lives inside you,” she said, “in your subconscious. It has always been there, since the very moment you were born.”

“I wish I knew this before,” I said.

She smiled and took my hand. “Come on,” she said, “let’s go have dinner and talk.”

I let her lead me through Pasture Street and into the fabulous rich moonlit night of Ladysmith Road and the little restaurant that we would eventually call our own.

There we talked about her life as a dream image, because basically that’s what she was, somebody who would only appear in my dreams. “But it doesn’t feel like a dream,” I told her as we drank our wine.

“Whatever it is, it is,” she replied, “you have to face it, we can only meet like this.”

And this is how it had always been. The Woman in Blue was just a reoccurring dream, nothing more nothing less.

Part three

“But why, I mean, how are you here?” I asked The Woman in Blue, who was sitting next to me on a park bench in Central Park.

She giggled mischievously. “I like to tease,” she said, “But also I wanted to see how you would be if I suddenly appeared in real time.”

“But you can’t be in real time,” I said, “you’re a dream woman, that’s all. You said so yourself.”

“Maybe I lied,” she said, “Maybe I just wanted to see your reaction if I really turned up as they say, out of the blue.”

“Well you got me,” I told her, “I don’t know if this is real or not. I mean, it can’t be, surely.”

“Oh but it can,” she said, leaning to kiss my cheek.

I felt the touch of her lips, cool and soft on my skin. And it definitely felt real. It seemed like I really did have The Woman in Blue at my side.

I turned to draw her into my arms. She smiled. “My, you’re a big strong boy now,” she said.

“Yeah,” I said, grinning, “I grew up.”

We laughed together and then we kissed deeply and for a long time. But then I didn’t know what to do. “Are you going to be staying then,” I asked.

“We will see,” she said.

I nodded and we kissed again.

Then it was getting dark and we walked together hand in hand back down 7th towards my apartment. “I don’t want to lose you,” I told her as we entered my apartment.

“Don’t worry,” she said with a smile. “You won’t, you never will, boy, you are stuck with me forever.”

In the morning I woke to find her gone and felt a little uneasy. Would she return? She had said she would and I believed her. But honestly I would wait an eternity for The Woman in Blue, especially after what we did together last night. (Smile)

© Mimi Dey, 2018. All rights reserved.

Comments

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Robin @robincarrettib219
Very surreal and it moves with a transcendant glow of blue
Mimi @mimidey

Thank you, Robin. Glad you found it interesting :)

lionel @lionelwalfish
Good one Mimi. Unusual, sensual and encompassing... I enjoyed this !
Mimi @mimidey

Thanks lionel, comments much appreciated :)