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The day was crisp and clear; Tess Harding stepped down from her SUV and breathed in the mountain air. It had been a while since she was home, college and a career came first. She walked up the steps; the cabin had been in the family for years, a place for any of the kids or grandkids to hang out. Built by her grandparent back in the early 1930’s, the place had been modernized several times, as well as expanded. The large logs that comprise the cabin’s structure were from the old stock native pine trees that surround the estate. Exquisite in design, this cabin was rich in details done by master craftsmen. Inlayed oak floors graced with Persian rugs graced every room with style and warmth. The walls were covered in oak and walnut paneling, while chandeliers hung everywhere. This was truly not your everyday cabin in the woods.
The cabin, Solace, as it came to be known, was built into the side of a hill, a large wrap around balcony with fine sturdy rocking chairs were poised in place ready for guests. The scenery was breathtaking, the rich earth smelled of virility while the green vegetation filled the heart with joy and serenity. The place was magical, at least that is what her grandma always said, magical, where the spirits roamed befriending man.
Tess opened up the massive oak and glass doors and walked into the living area. The house was quiet, the servants had already cleaned and left for the day to let her have some peace and quiet. The cook transformed some simple ingredients into a delicious slow-cooking stew for her, as she inhaled the scent of fresh bread, still permeating through the house form the early morning baking spree. She walked through the kitchen and pulled open one of the large glass doors that flanked the south side of the cabin, and stepped onto the balcony. She could see the mist covered mountain tops in the distance, over the lake in front of the cabin. The lake set chills up her spine, it looked cold that day, the clouds covered the sky and winds were kicking up small white caps.
All around her, she could feel her grandma’s words, a mystical place, one where the realm of dreams met the realm of magic. Where good spirits walked with demons, where elves played and fairies danced. She smiled thinking about her grandma, she had been from the old country, grew up in the foothills of the mountains in Transylvania itself. She always had stories of ghosts, demons, and yes even vampires. She felt hungry as she turned back to the kitchen to get some stew and a piece of fresh bread. She went back and sat on the porch eating from a soup cup, watching the sun melt into the ground. From the distance, she could hear the chirping of crickets and the groaning of frogs as the night began to play its musical notes of life.
Not wanting the day to end, Tess could feel herself tired. The four hour drive was a stretch and she was emotionally and physically drained from recent setbacks at work and in her personal life. She needed this time at Solace, time to heal. Sighing Tess walked back inside and headed upstairs with her suitcase. She always chose the bedroom that looked over the valley to the side of the house. She loved the colors of the flowers in the early morning light, their vibrant hues urging one to get up, to exist another hour in this great place. In the city, she would scoff at such thoughts, but here it was almost natural to think of mystical creatures hiding in the fog or beneath a leaf.
Changing quickly she bounced into the feather bed, as she cuddle the comforters her Mom had bought on a trip to the Amish area. Finely made, they were a valuable asset to the long cold nights. Before she could say jack rabbit, Tess was fast asleep, dreaming again of that man, one she had never seen but he had haunted her dreams for months. She could feel his touch, smell is cologne, and yes even feel the stubble of his beard. But every time she reached out to him to hold him closer, he disappeared, a figment of her imagination. Yet she was sure she was not alone.
Her dreams were always vivid; she could feel his body heat, the smoothness of his skin. It was tangible; she could feel the energy that passed between them during the midnight hours, those hours when dream and reality mix. Those hours that brought a smile to her lips and sadness to her heart, in those hours her lived a thousand lives. But then, at the stroke of dawn, as soon as the first ray of light touched the earth where she laid, he vanished, a phantom.
Tess awoke with a start, it had to be real she though to herself, he had to be real. Is touch was real, his heart beat, she could feel the pulse. Her mind could not comprehend the possibility she was seeing the future, or a past of long ago. Was he real or not? No one person had ever invaded her life before, her dreams, her existence. It was as if he had always been there for her, waiting, lurking the shadows. But now he was making his presence strongly to be with her in this forest of life.
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Thanks Tanya7496 and Skittles1983 for the feedback and support
<center> Solace
Part 2 of 3</center>
Alex Whitman awoke with a start; it had happened again, this time the connection was strong. He could actually smell her perfume and feel the silkiness of her hair; the dreams were becoming real to him. Alex got up, stretched, it was still the pre dawn hour; the sun had yet to pierce the darkness. He strolled over to the balcony glass doors and opened one a cracked, the cold mountain a rushed in to greet him sending his skin to over drive producing goose bumps. He shivered being a typical southwest male he wore little or no clothes to bed, he was use to the hot climate, not this blustery she-devil of a climate.
The day looked cold, the fog hugged the ground close as the sun rose; the scene before him had that spooky eerie feeling one sees in scary films. For some reason he was drawn to this place at this time, he did not know why he bought the cabin this last spring, while visiting with a friend, but he compelled to. The cabin overlooked a large oval shape lake, fairly deep in the center, with a mountain forest surrounding it, off in the distance one could see the tips of the Rockies. There were thirty five homes lining the lakes, from his angle he could see most of them, all magnificent structures, built by timeless craftsmen but in the old days.
He had already had his cabin altered since he bought it, putting in a recoding studio, a sound proof room for rehearsing with the band, a large computer room, and three large guest rooms for people who visited. Alex was a computer tech, his company fixed major glitches in servers and personal commuters, yet also ran testing service for software. Most of his work was completed online, so he could work from virtually anywhere. He also had a passion for music and in his free time, he had started a band, they were not famous rock stars yet, but the band, The Whits, was very poplar in the southwest a they made good money from it.
Alex closed the door and went to shower, a hot shower to warm up his bones. Then came the usual daily routine, in high school he was really thin and geeky but fortunately he had filled out and developed muscle as his late 20’s came upon him. He looked real good and was proud of his form when he checked himself out in the mirror, not that he did it often. He was lifting weights on a regular cycle and had developed a firm body, finely sculpted muscles, that to say the least groupies loved to see glimpse of onstage.
He slide into some jeans and a sweat shirt as he started up the fireplace, to help take the chill off. Then with a hot cup of coffee, he went out onto the balcony to look over the lake. Kitty-corner to him he saw that one cabin, it always drew his eye, no one lived there since he had moved in, but for some reason he was attracted to it. Every single morning since coming here, he walked out as he drank his coffee and stared at that house while his mind remembered the dreams.
Last night the dream was very realistic, the most vivid one yet. He was beginning to feel that maybe there was a slight possibility he was being abducted by aliens and his mind altered to having dream sex. Who knew maybe they were breeding him. Alex smiled at that thought, as silly as it were, since aliens really do not exist. He then sighed, to be honest he did not know what was happening to him, why these dreams, and who the girl was.
It was always the same woman, short petit blonde, with a fiery disposition in her eyes. One he had never met, nor was she any face on TV he would had lock away not realizing it. Her skin was porcelain, smooth and cool to the touch, encompassing a body that men only yearn for in their dreams. Her breasts were full, her stomach flat, with an ass that rounded her backend perfectly. Her entire being call out to him night after night asking to be made love, desiring the closeness, the primeval lust that binds a man and a women. If she was real he would pursue her to the ends of the earth, but alas she was only a dream, a figment of his fertile imagination, right?
They had started almost threes prior, those memories of a dream, but not a dream. He could not explain the incredible feeling or images he saw nightly in his head. They were tangible to him, not a phantasm of his subconscious mind. He could really feel her. Yet when he reached out to her to grab her to connect to her, she would disappear, turn into mist right before his very eyes.
All of the dreams took place in one location, that location he found that spring while visiting the Spirit Lake region. Once he saw the lake and surrounding area, it was as if he had been here before, he knew the pathways, where the homes were, this was the location of his dream. Alexander though maybe these were memories from a past life, one where he sought out refuge, peace, solitude. Another fairy tale as he laughed out loud, breaking the silence startling himself with his own voice.
Alex took a deep breathe then turned to go into the house, out of the corner of his eye he saw movement, in that cabin, the object of his infatuation. He sore he saw a women walk across the balcony and into the house. He turned and looked again. Damn there was a car in the driveway; someone was there, he had a feeling deep inside he knew that person.
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Thanks Skittles1983 for the feedback .... okay folks last part.
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Part 3 of 3</center>
Tess drew herself up and out of bed, still the dream flowed through her a blend of ecstasy, fulfillment, and wonder, culminating a feeling of floating in the empyrean. She wrapped herself in the old quit and stepped over to the balcony doors, pulling them open, she went outside to face the brisk air and the radiance of the sun. The woods were silent, stillness was evident, soon she began to hear the faint noise of a woodpecker in the distance, and the meadowlark making his morning call. The woodland creatures were just beginning to stir, she saw in the far side, near the lake deer coming to take a morning drink. Tess sighed, this was what she had missed in the big city; she could feel the magic in the air, the sparkle. That magic took in all of the forest, the fragrance of the trees, the mournful cry of the loon, the crisp air, and cold waters, they all had an effect on her, drawing her in, beckoning her to stay; enchanting her with their simplistic charms.
A sudden gust of wind blew in from the west; Tess noticed something unusual, she took a deep breath and then took another whiff of the air. She swore she had smelled his cologne, that scent everyday she woke to, intoxicating her, drowning her in emotion. It was the pure essence of him, the forest; the dew in the morning, the rain in the afternoon and woodland rivers rushing down hill all combined with an earthy aroma. That was it she thought, his scent was of this place, he smelled like Solace.
So wrapped up in these supernatural sensation, these odd strange emotions, she failed to notice across the side of the lake, to the west, a cabin with a man standing on the balcony, just like her, staring off into space. Then suddenly her cell phone rang as she went inside to answer it, finding a dear and close friend of hers from the city on the other end, Isabel Evans, a hot new up and coming star on the walkway and in a strange way related to through and uncle and his third marriage.
“Did I wake you hon?”
“No it is early here but for some reason I enjoy the sun rise.”
They talked about what was going on in the city, the party the night before, all the celebrities and the gossip that was running rampant. Tess laughed as she dressed in between bits and pieces of her city life. Then Isabel asked the question that always came at some point “Did you have the dream again?”
Tess was quiet for a while, she had thought returning here to Solace, the dreams would stop, but no they were intensified. Finally out of the blue she asked: “Am I losing my mind Isabel?”
"No hon, you are perfectly sane.”
“Then tell me what does it mean when I hear him, I feel him. Voices? Hallucinations? I am insane.”
“Hon they are but dreams. Figments of your fertile imagination. Maybe he is real, from another life.”
Tess sighed deeply as she hung up, life was the pits and she was the center of the pit. Grabbing a morning coffee she walked back out to the balcony, she watched a deer gracefully jump a fallen log just a few hundred feet away. “Why did the animals always seem so relaxed here?” Tess remembered asking her grandma years ago, that very question. She could still see her grandma smile and said the maintain fairies took kindly to animals and people who lived amidst them and would do most anything to make sure they were happy. She then told Tess of how she and grandpa had met, down by the lake, an accident. Grandma always insisted the fairies sent him a careening into her, so they would fall in love and marry.
“Why was it heroines in those romance novels were always so sure of themselves, they knew who and what the guys wanted.” She shook her head, why did she not understand like them, she could not figure out her life so easily. He had to be a figment just as Isabel said a dream. The man did not really exist, he could not exist. She out on her shoes and decided to go for a walk, maybe walk in the cold water to snap some sense into her head.
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Alex could not put that thought out of his mind: a car was in that driveway. Maybe he could just wander over and say hi, introduce himself to the people there. After spending more time hemming and hawing, Alex grabbed his leather coat and hauled ass down the hill. The fog was still heavy, lying close to the ground, he had to slow down before he went off the path and got lost, which was amazingly not hard to do for a city boy. As he got closer, he swore he smell her perfume, flowers and sex, all rolled into a tantalizing scent. He sped up, jumping over rocks and ruts. The fog began to break as he saw the lake just head, one more bend and the house would be within reach of him.
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Neither of them saw the other one until they ran head long into each other. Tess went sprawling onto the sand, her hands and knees hitting hard. Alex went backwards, landing on his butt. He immediately jumped up embarrassed as he mumbled apologies to her, trying to help her stand. As Tess rose and threw back her hair, he stared at her. All he could do as listen to the voice inside his head scream, “Dear God! She is real, she is alive.”
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From the hilltop, an old couple watched, hand in hand, they stood smiling, incorporeal in body but full of spirit, they watch the scene unfold below.
“Well John our granddaughter will be happy now; she has found her a young man to fill the emptiness.”
“Yup Ethel you are right as usual. These younguns now-a-days, need a little nudge to get them settle down proper. So who is our next project?”
“Well it seems our son’s step-kid Max Evans is infatuated with a girl named Liz since grade school. He may not be blood but still he is family.”
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