The Dreams We Paint

Upon awakening, she wondered how her life became that of a romance novel; full of lies, deception, passion, and danger. But as she stared at the tangled sheets where her body had willingly lingered, she couldn't help but feel like this was all meant to be. Lovingly, she watched as his chest fell in a rhythmic trance; a steady rise and fall. The moment, she believed was that of fantasy; a moment to be captured in her future "life", perhaps the fairytale she had envisioned as a little girl. How often in life, however, do we live the dreams we paint vividly throughout our imagination? What if she had made different choices? What if she had simply walked away from temptation? Once again, she was reminded of the scar across her stomach; the memories that haunted her sleep.

Beside the bed, she filtered through the nightstand drawer where she found "Welcome" guides to the motel, a few pens, and an old Bible. She soon discovered that she was in Nevada, right on the border of California. Had she really traveled that far, so quickly? As she stood to get dressed, Damien awoke. "Good Morning Beautiful,"' he whispered; slightly intoxicated by the haziness of a peaceful slumber. "Good Morning, Damien", she replied, smiling. Despite their forthcoming's, they were undeniably crazy about each other. He awakened a sense of romanticism and hope she had once believed seized to exist. "Come here", he moaned playfully. "I just want to hold you." "I know you do Damien, but we need to move. We unfortunately cannot risk getting caught."

For a moment she sat silently, carefully pondering the next move. Damien watched as her fingers ran through her hair; a nervous habit she had once tried to hide from him. Her eyes danced, lost in the depth of her thoughts. "First, we need to get new identification cards, social security numbers, and a vehicle. Do you have any idea on how to obtain any of those things?" she giggled apprehensively. "Well, where are we?" he questioned as he reached for the pamphlet in her hands. "Nevada? How the hell did we get to Nevada?" "Apparently, some time this morning." she sighed.

"I may know someone. He lives about 5 miles from here." "Who?" she inquired enthusiastically. "His name is Parker. He was one of my fraternity brothers back in college. He ran an underground fake ID business. Practically funded his college tuition in a matter of a few months," he laughed. "Well, do you have his phone number?" she pressed on as she wrapped her slender arms around his neck. "I may", he smiled as he positioned his arms around her, "Was there a telephone book in that drawer?"

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