Tom-Pen
Mysterious Writer
My eyes could hardly take in all the beauty of this place. The gentle shallow water, the bright sun, and the trees encircling it all. I rested quite comfortably, my back leaned against a mossy rock, my legs streched out in front of me. I kicked my shoes off and felt the dirt and sand with my toes; it was cool, fine, and very soft.
While I enjoyed my magnificent surroundings and the all to perfect weather I made notice of a sound. It was a light sound, very quiet, just audible. It was a tiny "Swish" followed by a light "Drip" and then concluding with a very subtle "Splash." I looked for the cause of this peculiar sound with determination.
Like a phantom she was there, when only a second ago she had not been. A beautiful young woman gently tip-toeing in the shallow water. The white dress upon her swaying with her motion as she neared me. I watched her with a sublime delight. She smiled and brushed some of her light blonde hair back from her face, it flowed like a soft stream in the breeze.
Everything else seemed to fade away as the beautiful young woman took up the space in front of me. She did not stop, she kept coming closer and closer, I made no attempt to stop her. Finally it came to the point where her soft and lovely face was no more than in inch away from my own. I felt the urge to say something build up inside me, she must have felt it too, because before I had the chance she lifted a hand and placed one single, delicate, finger upon my lips and gave a gentle and slow shake of her head.
There was something unsettling about the whole thing, but at the same time it was completely pleasant. She now sat atop my legs, her face still close to mine. I felt no heavy pressure or weight from her, she was as light as air itself. She smiled with serene joy and again lifted a hand, this time however the tips of her gentle fingers going to my eyes, and in a slow downward motion, closing them.
I sat with my eyes closed for some time, just waiting; when I did at last open them I was confronted with the pixelated screen of my computer. On the screen there was a pop-up add for womens' perfume. The add showed a beautiful young woman tip-toeing through shallow water in a white dress. I closed the pop-up and went back to work there in my cubical, where I had been the whole time.
Later on I went to copy some papers, and while walking to the copier a co-worker, whom I had just passed, stopped and turned to me. "Why aren't you wearing shoes?" I looked at my co-worker puzzled, then down to my bare-feet just as puzzlingly.
While I enjoyed my magnificent surroundings and the all to perfect weather I made notice of a sound. It was a light sound, very quiet, just audible. It was a tiny "Swish" followed by a light "Drip" and then concluding with a very subtle "Splash." I looked for the cause of this peculiar sound with determination.
Like a phantom she was there, when only a second ago she had not been. A beautiful young woman gently tip-toeing in the shallow water. The white dress upon her swaying with her motion as she neared me. I watched her with a sublime delight. She smiled and brushed some of her light blonde hair back from her face, it flowed like a soft stream in the breeze.
Everything else seemed to fade away as the beautiful young woman took up the space in front of me. She did not stop, she kept coming closer and closer, I made no attempt to stop her. Finally it came to the point where her soft and lovely face was no more than in inch away from my own. I felt the urge to say something build up inside me, she must have felt it too, because before I had the chance she lifted a hand and placed one single, delicate, finger upon my lips and gave a gentle and slow shake of her head.
There was something unsettling about the whole thing, but at the same time it was completely pleasant. She now sat atop my legs, her face still close to mine. I felt no heavy pressure or weight from her, she was as light as air itself. She smiled with serene joy and again lifted a hand, this time however the tips of her gentle fingers going to my eyes, and in a slow downward motion, closing them.
I sat with my eyes closed for some time, just waiting; when I did at last open them I was confronted with the pixelated screen of my computer. On the screen there was a pop-up add for womens' perfume. The add showed a beautiful young woman tip-toeing through shallow water in a white dress. I closed the pop-up and went back to work there in my cubical, where I had been the whole time.
Later on I went to copy some papers, and while walking to the copier a co-worker, whom I had just passed, stopped and turned to me. "Why aren't you wearing shoes?" I looked at my co-worker puzzled, then down to my bare-feet just as puzzlingly.
