The Silk Blue Dress

I could see the other side of the sea from where I was. The room was huge and the window was wide open. The wind caressed my face with an uncanny resemblance to a silk dress that just slipped out of a gorgeous woman. The house was on top of an enormous mountain that stood surprisingly close to the shore. I was relaxing on a rocking chair right next to the window. Nothing helps a bleeding heart more than a look at the horizon from this very spot. I sip my tea, and just look towards the beyond.

When I first saw her silk dress it was the night of October the first. She was gracefully maneuvering through a herd of businessmen in the big city not far away from where I am now. Her silk blue dress fit her, oh so well. It was hard for me not to stare as she passed by. I, like usual, was drinking tea on a nearby café observing closely the momentary glimpse into the lives of thousands of people who walk by that window every day. Yet I cannot recall a woman of such beauty and grace pass by this very spot. It was like choreography prepared exclusively for me. The silk blue dress delineated her gorgeous physique and at the same time danced gracefully with the wind without ever loosing its manners. She walks right in front of me and the only thing separating us was a table and a glass window of a cheap coffee shop.

I followed her anxiously with my eyes and to my surprise she walks in and settles on the first empty table not far away from me. She whispers something to a man in the line for the coffee and the man nods accepting whatever it was she asked him. He brings her a White Chocolate Mocha with plenty of whipped cream. I’ve become a connoisseur of this particular coffee shop’s way of serving drinks so I can tell what everyone orders.

The man rapidly and uncomfortably walks out of the coffee shop. The woman sat peacefully drinking her White Chocolate Mocha with whip cream dripping out of the drink due to the excess. She caresses her silk blue dress with her hands. She starts from above her breasts moving slowly with the curves until she reaches her knees. She takes one look at me and stands up. She whispers to my ear: “You are coming with me.

As we walk among the herd of people in the city I caressed her silk blue dress admiring every curve and every smooth line that brought the best in this mysterious woman. We reach our destination and it wasn’t the best part of town. But my admiration for her and the silk blue dress that made her a goddess kept me from caring about this wretched place. She dropped in bed and laid there waiting for me to go and join her. Slowly she undresses… The silk blue dress gorgeously flaps the ends resembling a elegant swan.

Then she lets the dress fly towards me and it caress my face like the wind coming from an open window of a house on top of a mountain near the shore. When I looked at the woman in the bed I scream in horror as I see her taking off her wig exposing a weird looking bald man with a gun. He says: “Come here” and I slowly walk backwards and say: “Sorry wrong sex.” Then the man shoots me directly in the heart.

I sit here somewhere in the beyond, on top of a mountain sipping tea with a bleeding heart waiting for St. Peter to call my number and send me on my way to heaven... maybe hell…