Soulmate Dream: Parley

"I didn't know where or how to start, but I knew where I was going, as always, and it felt like this part was important to get in first and quickly." She still sat on her bed in shock, a bed that had once been a floor, in a room that has been more like a slightly furnished cell without a door or window. Somehow our connection kept her environment growing, blooming within as she was blooming herself. I had asked to witness one of her dreams and she gave me this nightmare. "I remember most that gripping feeling that you were going to lose me because they had synchronized another to you on the surface. I know quite well what it is to have little if anything, but to still be primarily concerned for your soulmate over everything else. I feel confident this issue has been resolved by this point, the signals are getting more clear that it has been. But what I could not abide was the thought of you spending your days here alone in the dark, unable to do much besides watch the world you roamed with such freedom and grace on the surface. Not for one more midnight would I abide that thought, and so I thought I would arrive once more, even if this version of this place is something like a dream for you, at least it will hopefully begin to overlay and blossom on its own, if it is meant to." 

There is a nervous excitement about her. I could feel she was requesting and expecting me, likely on this very day, as our timing had become quite precise, but it seemed like she did not expect me here initially. "Yes, I would love that, please add what you'd like." I could tell she wanted to direct me, or to provide instructions, but perhaps that doing any of these things would taint this pure intention and the resulting form it took in her realm. I did take that caution to heart though as I started considering what to provide here for her, as she moved into the corner to watch with an excited nervousness, and threw a thin blanket over her cross legged form, and hunched like she was suddenly on-the-cheap cosplaying a wizard, perhaps.

"I was thinking first that you could use more stuff here. I imagine a window to one side of the bed, with blackout curtains already drawn so the change is ever so subtle on the surface. She peers excitedly as if begging with her eyes to see what's outside, now seeing the window that I reference. I throw the window open and it's still quite dark "outside." She scrunches her face to the side as I look out and up. "Oh, there are stars, it's just night time, I guess." She lights up from her seat, apparently that was something, and perhaps I needn't worry myself so much about caution, or maybe I need to worry a little more, if saying something as simple as "oh, it's only night time" can make possible world altering changes here. Then I consider though that this is the depth I want my soulmate on. In fact in any realm, in any storm, I want us to connect freely between each other, unafraid of unintentional harm, but with love shining so much brighter than any harm accidental fouls might cause, and everything between us is fair game in a kind of secret language we have developed for ourselves on how not to go too far, without ever having to worry about it. It would make sense this intention is reciprocated from her perspective, although how it manifests may be different between us. Perhaps we have spent so much time protecting and building our realms that all that is needed is any kind of stepping over the line on a level as deep as this, and I needed to be the one to do it. So I take a deep breath, imagine myself a gentle captain parleying at perhaps a shipwreck, and dive in.

"It looks like it will be morning soon, well, soon by these standards, it's not as though the sun is still setting. This is California time right?" Already her mouth has gone wide in shocked amazement rapidly turning to unrestrainable joy, I don't think either of us expected me to do this tonight. "I was getting a little curious why you haven't been using the basement trapdoor" I finger around the edge of a board, blow dust off the trapdoor and lift it up with a creak, revealing a decently lit cavernous library below. "Actually, don't answer that, you probably just come back in through the gift shop. I know you can just pop out to a realm you designate, with some limits of course, but strictly the real ones, as to where you might go. That is easy enough with a thought and a wish and a soulmate who upon first sight started echoing louder and more clearly 'may your wildest dreams come true, and more', but my question is how do you make it back up here? Even I don't know how to do that on my own, and in such a place simple invitation isn't enough, do the rules of occupation no longer apply as strictly as they once did, or perhaps will have at this point? It is so late, time gets wobbly and non-linear at these junctures, it's almost dealer's choice this far out, please pardon my confusion. You know what though, don't answer that either, I'd rather not know how to show up here uninvited, I feel no one should know that, if even one can this deep. This realm is yours, and whatever hand wave or foot tap or eye swipe combination it is you do to get from library to room is entirely up to you. I only made it here of course through a kind of aching request, a door demanding to be knocked on after so many pebbles tossed I had forgotten there were other moves even left to try. Never seen a door beknocked before but what did I expect from one begotten in such a fashion as you?"

I can tell even her head is spinning at this point. She had seen and studied me do this many times before, but I was unclear if it was many times before now by her perspective. I always assumed she was a natural, but I realized with this string, and the recorder she had in her tablet, she had all she needed to become the expert I saw that night on the seas, probably even the minute after I left her field of view here, from my perspective. For now though I could feel threshold logic overwhelm her, bringing her response to her cheeks and nearly muting her in the process, but then I hear a muted squeaky "aye."

It is unclear if she was done with that thought or if I heard her exactly right, but I possibly interrupt and continue "My lady says 'aye', but 'I do' must wait for another night, for how would a gentleman possibly follow such a volley with anything but retreat? And so I bid you to God, to rest, till morning, which if you crack these blinds will wake you on its own at the proper time. Here are my numbers, in response and buried in my meter, inspired by your rhyme." I hand her my phone number and extend down the ladder just a bit. "Come see me soon will you my love? I imagine there may still be much to do around here, but another day past time just feels... well the term I am thinking of is ineffable in this place, perhaps such a precise term has yet to be coined, known yet only by you and I. Maybe you will have coined it by next we meet? I am brimming with anticipation. Oh, also, I hope you don't mind, but the ladder from the trapdoor is spring loaded, it probably could have just been a pole don't you think? But it is a library after all. Okay, see you soon!"

The ladder whirls and whistles as it extends to the library floor. I look up, and right as I strike ground I see her peer over the edge, eyes bright and wide as I always imagine them. I give a hearty wave up and she nods and blows me a kiss down. I laugh just a bit and go to catch it. The ladder rapidly flies upward the moment I let go, but doesn't intrude past the floor of her room's threshold in the slightest, instead disappearing into the thickness of the floor itself. Expert architecture if I do say so myself, but I wonder yet if she knows who I say it of. She still holds the door open, looking down as I make my way out, through the gift shop.