YOU'RE IN MY ARMS AND ALL THE WORLD IS CALM (PART I)
"You feel helpless? Margaret, I spent years thinking I had failed you."
Margaret put a hand on Tyler's shoulders, despite the fact that there was no true contact. "But you didn't." Without a word, she placed her fingers against his temple. In his mind, he could see a pulse of light pushing its way forward until it covered his entire vision, rendering him temporarily blind.
It was evening in the keep, but the lanterns strewn along the walls made it appear to be midday. Tyler looked around and saw guests chatting cheerily with one another, there are those who are sitting along side fine tables laden with food, and some were attentively listening to the bards' performance. To his astonishment, the walls were whole again and freshly painted. The floor of black marble smooth enough that one could see his reflection in it. And his caught by surprise - his simple clothes were no longer to be seen. Instead, he wore a garment fit for nobility - tunic, shirt, breeches and all.
"Do you want to dance, Tyler?" He looked back at the lady as he took her hand. And as they swayed to the music they were hearing, he whispered, "This is so unreal."
"In our minds, it is real," she said, extending her hand. "That is what matters."
And all at once, every urge roared up in Tyler like a flood. He closed his gap between them, took her in his arms and pressed his lips against hers. Margaret was the first to draw back from the kiss. Tyler shook his head, his arms still wrapped around the girl. "The kiss, is this how it feels..."
TO BE CONTINUED.
A life goes by. Romantic dreams must die. So I bid mine goodbye and never knew.
- Jon McLaughlin, So Close
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