Delirium
SS by Danielle

Justin’s Pov

I had a dream. My back was to a wall as I was studying a dancing figure. It was a girl, but I couldn’t recognize her. All my eyes can distinguish was an outline of a shadow moving across in a slow rhythm. It was hypostasizing the way this unrecognizable female glides on her feet with her arms drawing cryptic messages in the air. Her hair is flowing across her face while she dances to a beat only she can hear. I want to join her, but I have second thoughts in making my appearance known.

Her body was swaying in a gentle and delicate motion. She was on a dance floor alone with only the music guiding her. I don’t think she saw me, so I presume to go unnoticed because I dare to never interrupt her moment of solitude. A blue light illuminated her beautiful form. I wanted to rest my hands on those curves that are very evident as I memorized her performance.

I desperately tried to look at her face, but all my eyes can distinguish was a blur. I wasn’t allowed to see her in my own dream. This frustrated me, but I resumed standing there in the dark watching her. She kept on dancing slowly with herself. She twirled with her heels off the ground. I was drawn to her, but I couldn’t move. Numbness has washed over my nerve endings disabling me to function. So I only watch in complete awe of the beauty I was witnessing. I needed to know who she was.

When she spun swiftly around, a laugh escaped her misty lips. Her identity was revealed to me as the familiar laugh echoed through my ears.

I stopped breathing.

The dancing image suddenly became clearer.

It was her. I should have wanted to wake up, but I decided to stay and watch. I was enjoying this private show. I tried to smile, but my lips wouldn’t curve. My body, still and frozen, could not move. These eyes of mine only stared, never blinking.

It was as if she was controlling me.  

And then it hits me. Maybe it wasn’t my dream.

Maybe it was hers.

As I recall, she looked in my direction. Her hand then went to cover her mouth. She was acting surprised to see that she wasn’t alone. She bit down on her forefinger, and then gave me a seductive smile. Her face wasn’t a blur anymore, but the rest of her was. Her body, a shady and unclear image, to my disappointment, walked toward me. 

She entered the dark haven I was in, leaving the illuminated dance floor behind. I could feel her near. I tried to reach out to her, but my arm wouldn’t lift. She then took my hand.

Once she touched me, I am able to move, like a statue coming to life.

She remains quiet as she led me to the dance floor. When we reached it, she takes hold of both my hands.

By that time, I froze.

Her body grew clearer in my view, no longer misty.

With amazed eyes I see her, completely nude…completely bare. And she didn’t seem to mind at all. Her eyes blinked continuously as she smiled at me with pride.

I could then hear the music she had been dancing too. The rhythm she knew so well flowing around me.

She stood still, allowing me to relish in her nudeness. The perfect body I left behind…the perfect soul I once held in my hands. She was here with me again. This rare reunion might have seemed strange to us, but both lovers in the same dream is never awkward. It’s always pleasant.

No questions were asked as my arms embraced her immediately. We leaned against each other, and I rested my nose against her neck, inhaling her precious scent. My hands roamed her back, dipping ever so gently to feel her buttocks. Her skin felt like silk beneath the palms of my hand. Moans of lust muffled my ears.

A gleaming smile rested upon her features. Her lips grazed against my ear. These small hands of hers clutched my neck. But my hands had a mind of their own as they rub against her bare stomach.

“Remember me?” The first words she spoke captivated me.

“I could never forget you.” I replied, using my voice for the first time in her presence.

“Well, you’re acting as if you never saw me naked before,” she says, looking at me with suspicion.

“I just can’t believe I am with you…like this,” I murmur gently. I draw circles on her back with my fingertips causing her head to dip back in complete bliss.

She sighed contently. I pulled her against me, itching to get her body closer to mine. Her lips kissed my cheek softly and continued to leave a trail until they reach mine.

She looked into my eyes with her lips slightly apart. The soft passion glowed upon her face. I surrounded her neck with my hands using a dainty touch and with a slight push her lips landed on mine. Tongues slipped against each other and our noses would touch often as we move in rhythm to the music.

When I felt her arms surround my waist, I shivered, because I notice for the first time that I was nude as well. I muttered no complaints as I kept kissing her. Her hands left trails of small touches over my tight skin.

The hurtful words that separated us could be seen on the surface of my bare skin. And with roaming hands, she erased every misfortune that has kept us apart. She cleansed me with her touch. It was a perfect moment, and I remember how I couldn’t stop kissing her.

And after awhile, we started to move slowly.  Our lips never made an attempt to depart each other’s as we danced. In this place, we never suffered. Our hearts beat in perfect delirium…uncontrolled emotions of absolute bliss swept over us.

I never wanted to wake up…

A phone rung loudly, causing this vision to vanish in a heartbeat. I woke up and I avoided the ringing phone.

There is only one name my lips spoke of.  “Britney,” I called out to an empty room.

I reflect on these events while on my bed. I lie here wondering if I fall asleep will I be able to see her again. I close my eyes, but sleep refused to settle upon me. I then make a decision as I reach for the phone.

Britney's Pov

The phone rings, and I open up my closed eyes. I groan out in frustration before I pick it up. 

“Hello,” I say in restless tone as I crash my head against the pillows again.

“Hey Brit,” he says.

I suddenly sit up and wrap the blankets around me. I look anxiously at the clock on my bedroom wall.

“Hey, um… is something wrong?” I ask. I start to nibble on my nails while I wait for his response. 

“Nothing is wrong. I just called because I just…I just wanted to know how you were doing,” He stutters, and it causes me smile.

“I am doing just fine,” I tell him. I tuck my knees under my chin and try to control the images running through my mind. A secret smile forms on my lips.

“That’s good. Were you sleeping just now?” he asks. My heart stops as my hand buries into my hair. ‘He can’t possibly know…it was just a dream…just a dream’ I try to convince myself. I try to find my voice again.

“Um, well yeah…” I say, laughing to try to ease my own tension. But I end up cursing at myself and I clench my eyes shut in embarrassment.

“Oh I see…” he says. I wait for a moment to see if he has any thing else to say.

“Well, I got to go but I want you to know that I miss talking to you.” His voice seems strained.

“Me too…bye Justin,” I tell him.

“Bye.”

I hang up the phone, and then stare at it for a moment. I then bring my fingertips to my lips as I lay back on the bed, taking my thoughts with me. It was my hallucination and he invaded it because I wanted him to.

While I sleep, I could be with him. No guilt or pain is felt when he holds me. It’s a perfect and undisturbed love...isn't it?

These hallucinations has put me in a delirium. I am tormented by confusion, but then calmed when I think about his touch in my memory.

I wonder if it was wrong to be fantasizing about such a thing, but my thoughts are dismissed when I hear Jenny enter my room.

“Good morning, Brit. I have some good news for you,” she reveals as she sits on the edge of my bed.

“What is it?” I ask her. I close my eyes as I yawn loudly then listen to her talk.

“I know a guy who is interested in you, and who is willing to party with you all night long tonight!” She whispers excitedly while clapping her hands. I almost thought she was going to jump on my bed with the energy she was giving off. I burst out in laughter when she starts to raise her eyebrows up and down at me.

“Jenny as tempting as it sounds, I think I have other plans tonight,” I tell her in serious voice. I then got her outburst, which I was expecting.

“Britney!” she groans. 

“What else do you possibly have planned to do tonight?” Her voice rumbles through my ears and I cover my head with the covers, acting frightened of her.

“Oh come on, Brit. What are going to do tonight?” She grunts loudly. Striving to get me out of bed, she pulls the covers off me completely off hoping this can complete the task.

She then gasps when she sees that I am not wearing any clothing. I giggle softly and tuck my knees to my chest with a shiver. The shirt Jenny has on then catches my attention.

I read the word "Delirium" on her T-shirt, triggering the memory of the dream I had with him.

With a pure smile on my face, I answer her question.

“I’ll be dreaming tonight, Jenny...I'll be dreaming of him."