Subject:  My Story Part 3 |
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Date Posted: 12:24:05 10/01/01 Mon
Imanol kept running through the trees and plants. He looked up at the darkening sky. He didn’t like it one bit. Suddenly he lost his balance tripped over a lifted tree limb, and ended up face down on the ground. As he looked up, Imanol couldn’t believe his luck. He looked heavenward and thanked god for his help. He got up and walked the remaining distance into what seemed like a cave. The entrance was narrow and small, It was practically invincible from a higher view. The cave was dark, but it would keep them warm and dry from the coming rain. As he walked deeper into the cave it became wider, warmer, and light shown from a hidden source. He could see water patterns on the walls as he walked, then he saw it. He couldn’t believe his eyes. There was a Horizontal opening on the top where water cascaded into the clearest pond of water he had ever seen. Surrounding the pond there where rocks, beautiful flowers, and four huge standing candles. The water seemed endless. There was a small whirlpool, which indicated that the water was being drained. It was Imanol’s guess was that probably back into the unruly ocean. As Imanol put his hand in the water, its warmth surprised him. He looked around and farther down in the cave he could see more candles leading a pathway. At the end was a mat. And hanging near the mat where two large white sheets. Maybe he was dreaming, but for both there sakes he hoped not. Just them Imanol heard the distant thunder. He snapped into action and exited the cave. He hoped that he would find her and have her safe in his arms before the rain began.
The rain was falling hard. Her body had regained feeling. She was shivering from the cold. She could feel the large raindrops falling on her face. Just then Imanol reached her side. “It’s so cold.” Marina stated as Imanol picked her lithe body and carried her away from the torturing weather. Their in the sand was left forgotten Marinas scarf. Marina held on to Imanol’s neck. As they reached the cave, Imanol placed Marina on the ground next to the water. Marina eyes where closed but popped open as Imanol began to remove her dress. “What are you doing she exclaimed, as she tried to struggle.
“Marina, I need to get your body warmed up. You’re going to get sick if I leave these wet clothes on you. I’ll leave your underclothes on ok, now stop struggling.” Imanol began to undress her. Marina still shivering closed her eyes. Imanol Picked up a half-naked Marina, and dressed only in boxers, walked into the warm waters. He held her and waited for her body to stop trembling. Slowly as she began to feel the warmth of the water, she looked at Imanol, and asked very quietly. “Can I sleep now.”
“Yes Marina, Sleep mi sirenita,” Imanol carried her out of the water, “I’m here, I’ll take care of you.” He placed her on the mat, with one of the sheets he began to dry her body. This wasn’t a good idea. Imanol taught to himself, as he felt his heart begin to beat rapidly. He finally wrapped the other sheet, toga style around her. He then began to dry her hair not stopping until he was content that it was it’s golden color once more. He let her sleep. He then placed the somewhat damp sheet around himself, and laid down a couple of feet away from her, their keeping watch over her he slept. Sometime in the night Marina awoke. She walked over to Imanol and lay down in front of him. In his sleep he called her name. Marina kissed his lips very softly to not wake him. She turned around and he held her tightly, Imanol stirred and released his hold, he lifted his head to look at her. He placed a kiss on her hair and asked, “What are you doing here huesito?”
“I’m cold.” Marina lied. Imanol held her spoon style, and as he was drifting to sleep, Marina called to him. “Marina go to sleep.”
“ Imanol.”
“Yes Marina what is it?”
“White.”
“White what?” Imanol asked confused.
“I want a bed of white roses.”
Imanol began to laugh and as Marina finally drifted to dream land, Imanol once more kissed her forehead and whispered. “Whatever you want mi chiquita. Whatever you want.” Imanol lay there for a while, solving timetable is his head. Not the easy one but the twelve’s and so on. He waited for his heartbeat to relax and beat at a normal pace. It wasn’t easy holding the woman you loved and desired in your arms, and do nothing about it. He finally fell asleep, knowing that no dream could ever compare to the realization that the woman he loved, loved him. And that they where both safe.
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