TIM MEETS GIRL

It's been said that the mind sometimes recedes to a cryptic sleep, an elliptical trance which has forever remained mysterious within human comprehension. Cryptic sleep, but this wasn't one of those. This was way beyond what I could have possibly imagined, a hypnotic state, making it even more real than reality in itself as she entered the vicinity.

And smile she had, a smile that tinged a shade of happiness that couldn't be found anyhow within a dream. A smile that melted a heart long lost in frozen dementia, melted into a one perceived eternal bliss.

"What is that you are always writing?"

She had asked as she picked up the manuscript, Pany's chronicles, from the work station in front of me.

"A little bit of everything."

The book was then impishly dropped, dropped as she walked away to disappear behind carrel thirteen. Impulsively, I stared once more at the book that I had been staring down for the last one and a half hours or so, it was so neatly original; nothing had been written on it.

Wow, she sure had to have been ripped directly from my fantasies this Brit as she was synonymously referred to.

Britney was her name and the most remarkable mold of femininity that I had ever come across. Realistically, she was the one girl of my dreams, the subject of my fantasies, and just plainly, gorgeous. Well, the girl of my dreams had just vanished behind carrel thirteen and wasn't coming back.

Not coming back she was, as I gazed hard towards the scene of her last sighting, carrel thirteen.

Carrel thirteen, carrel thirteen, a white light, carrel thirteen, and finally out of nowhere she was in sight taxing directly towards me from behind carrel thirteen.

"Hey, what is that you are writing?"

It was a mere inquisition.

"A little bit of everything."

And she picked up the book to look at the contents. Her hands held it firmly to hide that lovely face behind the manuscript, as only an unknown coloured set of nails protruded to within sight.

"Oh, it's good to see, so are some kind of writer or something?"

"Yeah, I am."

It couldn't be helped this habit I had lately, writing, silence, not writing, more silence, damn, I couldn't even tell what habit I had for basically, no habit was going on around me. But I could assert this one habit, fantasy, this was one that never ceased to remain constant within my timid self, and hand in hand it went with Britney.

So here she was, this Britney.

"But inspiration has deserted me today."

The book was then impishly handed back to me and then she smiled, a lazy smile that derived no immediate meaning.

"I think you need a break."

"Come on, let me show you something."

A hand gently grabbed an arm directing me to stand up from the seat. She continued to pull onto it marshaling me to follow. Though stronger than her, her will power was immensely superior to mine and I obliged without much hesitation because of the way she looked into my eyes, staring into them like they were infra red.

Minutes later we were patched at the roof top of the building. Britney was extremely agile as we panted our way up the treacherous fire escape, in the process doing some pretty weird maneuvers. Guess she was used to this sort of thing. Somehow, somewhere a few storeys below, the unsuspecting humanity walked unawares of the two pairs of eyes staring down at them.

"What is the craziest thing you ever did today?"

To be accurate I hadn't done anything snug like having a snuggly moment such as a warm embrace, as this moment was silently writing in my mind. But within me, this had to be the craziest thing I did today, apart from my purported writing of course.

"Hey, see that man over there?"

She was pointing at a lone man walking clumsily across the street. The man's head shone against the late afternoon sun and she picked up a pebble and threw it at him hitting his head.

"Hey, you up there, what are you doing?"

Shouted the man as he pointed towards where we were safely patched. Britney instantaneously turned to me.

"This is not a good time but right about now I could say RUN."

And run we did descending down a flight of stairs at blistering speeds to disappear into an alley below. Britney then stopped and looked at me.

"Damn, are you crazy?"

She was asked as I pinned her to the wall. She didn't answer only laughing.

"No am not."

"Am just trying to give you what you've not had for a while, fun."

She unpinned herself from the pin to scatter down the streets. I followed suit not knowing what else to do. Then I stopped to recollect why it was again that I was following this beaut. She looked back over her shoulder and stopped again.

"Are you coming or not?"

She called out and I followed. Surely, this girl was starting to make me feel things that had only but been in my imagination lately, adventure, excitement, joy, things I had started to forget about.

"That's more like it a smile, you have a lovely smile."

Well, yet again I found myself staring down at her face while the mind thing was playing along. It had to be me mesmerizing the mesmeric moment of her walk in front of me, gracefully, and she stopped to find me smiling under my fantasying breath.

"I knew it was a matter of time, admit it, I make you smile don't I?"

Pause.

"Well, come on, I thought we were going swimming."

Scampering towards the river she ran. And I ran after her for all I cared. Halfway down the path that trickled to the river she had already stripped, and she dived into the river disappearing under the lukewarm liquid.

"Come on, jump in the water is warm."

I couldn't, I didn't have a bathing suit underneath as she did, or a pair of spare pants hidden somewhere inside my bag sack.

"No I can't, I don't have a bathing suit like you."

"You can naked I suppose, and I promise to look the other way."

And the other way did she look as I stripped out of my clothes stark naked to jump into the pool. We swam for a couple of minutes before she got out of the water and ran up the path with my clothes laughing her lungs out.

Then she came back minutes later herself fully dressed.

"I dare you to walk out of there if you are man enough."

Man enough, I wasn't. But foolishly courageous, I guess I could give it a try, only on second thought it wasn't a good idea.

"We could do this for as long as it takes, come get 'em."

And go get her I did. I walked out of the pool straight up for her, not hiding, not holding back, just walking unafraid of my nakedness to stop in front of her.

"I dare you not to give me my clothes back."

A shy smile was playing across my face, uncharacteristic of my despairing self.

"I guess not."

Anyway, I leaned over to plant a kiss on her dearly lips.

"Wait."

She implored.

"Is anything wrong?"

"No, its just that I have never kissed someone I don't know his name before."

"I am Tim."

And her response was rapid, violating the moment starting to ensue. It was a clear shift the response.

"Dude are you nuts, I know who you are buster."

And she had vanished from carrel thirteen, leaving me with this heavily bearded man who had just brought me the drink he should have forty minutes ago. I shifted my gaze again to that prior spot; no one had appeared from there, not even Britney.

I again shifted the gaze back to the book, nothing had been written on it, but this time I had been inspired. I picked the pen and started to draft what I had in mind;

 

TIM MEETS GIRL

And he leaned forward to plant a kiss on her dearly lips. His naked body glittered vaguely against the late evening sun which was superbly illustrated in a yellow sunset hanging somewhere in the blissful background………………………………..