October 2010

ninth part

and who does not die back to writing (maybe it was just like that but oh well;)), in each case even if a bit 'slow the publication will go on, various connectivity problems and lack of time help to slow down everything. ..

Instinctively I shrank but by doing so I lost my balance and I found myself once again with the butt resting on the floor, I could not move further because two hands grabbed me by the arms and dragged me up. Read sbilanciai surprise me again and it was only thanks to those strong hands that still fell. Suddenly a faint light spread by a hundred candles and torches scattered ' everywhere, although faint glow that was enough to make me see the place where I was and the person I was before. We were in a large salo0ne vaguely that he had the look of the nave of a Romanesque church, or at least that was the impression he gave me: the walls were massive and almost unadorned, here and there were candles in wrought iron frames in the dark reddish brick but otherwise the only decoration consists of dust and cobwebs. The ceiling came down toward the center of the room to come together, forming a kind of inverted dome, with a column to the floor. The latter, as a pillar, were made of stone, so my guess was correct, the rock had a color to say the least unlikely: it was an intense five anthracite shades and mottled indigo that will highlight the porosity. There was only one door and stood to my right was a little taller than me and should not exceed half a meter wide, was made of wood and looked a bit 'brand around the hinges grew a lush forest of moss and between one axle and the other one could see a bit 'musty, but despite all the rust had not attacked nor locks or other parties. I was amazed to be able to see so many details in the dim light available, it was as if I could light up the point that I wanted to observe.

I went to turn to my companion and I wondered for the umpteenth time because lately I find him in every dream, this time wearing Bermuda shorts from the edge frayed jeans and one of those tank tops with large shoulders, like a basketball uniform, the same hypnotic green eyes. I did not understand what does this time with the dream before it was only the bartender, but now he was not holding that role, and above all who was it? In reality I had never seen so I could not believe that his presence was so cumbersome, usually the fictional characters of my dreams even have a presence there. As I watched him I saw myself reflected in his eyes and I was literally putty in observing what I was wearing: the clothes I was wearing one that we found in the trunk the day before! And my hair, my hair was long! And they were gathered in an elegant, elaborate headdress. A sort of Robin Hood hat was placed on the bias with the tip pointing to the right, sull'acconciatura, it sprang from behind the soft tips of the curls gathered in small bun stopped by the same strip of salmon-colored cliffs of clothing and gloves. The sleeveless dress down soft to the feet, leaving just a glimpse of the shoes of satin, the bodice and the central part of the skirt was a shade darker than the orange skirt and slightly more clear clutching the fabric of the belt at the waist, slightly recovering the empire style. The smooth lines are well suited to my body making the sides a bit 'more generous than they were in reality, plunging neckline and "U" on the front left see the curve of the breasts, to compensate for the back collar apparel do not suggest even a shred of emphasizing, however, back to the neck. It was a beautiful dress, it was impossible not to feel well dressed beautiful, and the brown of my hair was then in great contrast to the dress on the set and clear my complexion made her look slightly golden, a little make-up highlighted the brown dark of my eyes by making them look very deep. It was as if his eyes were huge mirrors capable of capturing every detail of my life-size figure and show it was unreal and I strabiliante.Quando collected from the trance I realized that his clothes had changed, had adapted to the elegance My although modern, it was the first time in my dreams I saw elegant dress and I was stupid as well as he could with that style is so different to look so natural. It seemed he had never worn anything more of a complete sports jacket pants.

-Elise in her room waiting for you, follow me, we have already wasted too much time and this time his mood is not the best, not intention give her reason to vent on me.

After that he took my arm, forcing me to follow him, not that I tried to resist, I even went to him to be alone in that room, dream or no dream!