Meagan Good Shorthair

Volunteer

on a country road I have traveled often, not far from a large farmhouse that for some reason always seemed to me left, despite having a good view, spacious walls and red shutters. The air here is something that worries me ... a vein of deep water? A history of turmoil? I do not know, but I am sure that I could never live there, even if the owner offered me the keys.
on a country road that runs along fields barren and stony, with tufts of green grass as tiny explosions of life, I walk and I walk the woods.

The shadow is from the trees and grows as it approaches, it is dark, terrible. I feel the skin behind my neck stand up, my heart stops, the shadow taste my fear, which is similar to that of those without hope, sees the enemy was advancing slowly towards him.
gets me, around me, and begins to suffocate slowly, pressing his chest and throat without hesitation, as a press that does its job. Of course I offer resistance, and of course all my squirming is a choke faster, each new burst of muscle, slow and steady pressure on the chest.

Finally something snaps. Un'interruttore security, you name it. Suddenly I surrender to the enemy close, but not a drop of renunciation, is Love. I offer myself to him, without understanding the reasons, without understanding, simply an impulse that exceeds my mind guide me in an irresistible way to love the shade, give me what I am experiencing, no regrets, unconditionally. A shiver of tears through my bones, and the shadows, sudden as my offer was turned into an armchair in soft grass, hug you close, and its herbs I caress the body with the tenderness of a child .

The embrace lasts a few moments, when my total abandon you, no wonder now, with no possibility of any explanation groped. Finally I wake up, so thank you all for myself and this wonderful field of battle is the Dream. Volunteer
the enemy then, let go ... we will be back up, insights, and necessary because that is the key of keys, especially at this time Western contract and so aggressive. My skin is more electricity must point out that embrace the dream took place in a few months ago, now you just have to continue to send it here, my shadows, in what some are calling this sleep wakefulness.