Short Story Sunday: Dream a Little Dream

Damn. What a night. Fighting demons and their fucking friends. Max rarely even thought of using four letter words but tonight was a swear night. Even as an alpha Vampire to top all alpha Vampires he was exhausted, and away from home.

The only saving grace was that he’d been not far from his fiancé’s house by the beach. He looked forward to falling asleep in her arms to the sound of the waves.

She wasn’t home. Damn. He let himself in as the sun started to light up the morning sky. 5:00 a.m. Where was she?

Max stripped off his clothing and threw it into the washing machine. Then he fell onto her bed. Damn it felt good. She said she’d gotten new bedding but this was amazing. He never understood Vampires who slept in coffins and crypts.

Falling into a deep sleep the dreams came in waves…

“I’m smarter than everyone in this room. They’re all idiots,” said Archibald Fontaine.

What is that blow hard doing here? Thought Max. He couldn’t stand the pompous ass. Archi was the last Vampire he’d want in his dreams.

Then Archibald Fontaine leaned forward and kissed Max on the mouth.

Max backed off. “It is over Archi.”

Then he was jolted into a dark passageway. Sadness overwhelmed him. He had never felt so alone. A cat started to follow him, then two, then three, then five.

The dream jumped to another location. This time a house. His house. She lay on his bed in silk tap pants and a silk bra, both in pale pink. He kissed her neck and brushed it with his fangs. He wanted to tell her that he loved her but he didn’t. Or did she want to tell him?

He was at a party. It was the 1916. He heard her voice I haven’t thought about him in years.It was a lie. She thought about him all the time. A wolf howled in the distance. It was a Werewolf.

He sat on a chair pulling off the silk stockings he’d worn the night before. Red peep toe shoes were on the floor in front of him along with a flowered dress.

Max had never worn a dress. Not even on Halloween.

Max opened his eyes and looked into his own face next to him in bed. His eyes were brown, then the color turned to hazel, then back to brown. He smiled at himself and pulled himself close in an embrace.

Then he woke in a jolt. This was too weird. What had those demons done?

Mehitabel stood by the bed. “Hey baby.”

“Hey,” said Max.

He reached out his hand to her. She sat on the edge of the bed and gently kissed him.

“The new bedding is nice. Love the pillows. But oh man, I’m having weird dreams.”

She smiled and stroked his hair. “Memory foam,” she said.

“What?”

“Memory foam. You’re sleeping on my pillow silly.”

Then she undressed and got into bed beside him, but not before she gave him his own pillow.

~ end

Musings on sleep, cats, coffee and vampires

I’ve posted a lot about sleep because there are times when the lack of sleep haunts me worse than any ghost ever could. No, I haven’t seen him today, the ghost that is. I don’t know or care where he is.

So that leaves me without Mr. Sandman and only the thought of cats and coffee.

Cats can always sleep. Damn them.

Coffee helps after hours of no sleep. Bless coffee.

So, now that I have a certain Metallica song running through my head…

Exit light 
Enter night 
Take my hand 
We’re off to never never-land

Great song. I’ll have to crank it up to keep me awake when my day starts. Day. What am I dong?

Of course the restless sleep of a Vampire has always been well known among our circles. During the day there is a lot of noise. Trying to sleep at night (for those of us living in both worlds) is no better. Crickets, frogs, silence and the knowledge that we must wake the children (who go to school with regular folks) and get them to school. The Modern Vampire  Movement was good in theory…but the sleep thing.  Maybe it is just me because I see those cats sleeping at night as well.

So do I read? Too tired for that. Do I go out? Not hungry but sleepy. Sit in the yard and look for bats? No. Not tonight. Ahhh but not too tired to write. Such is the life of a Vampire who blogs.

Now every sleep song ever written is filling my head. Ugh.

Wishing you all music, sweet dreams and gentle restful slumbers, purring cats and really really really good coffee.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

WAKE UP!