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Written by DTYarbrough
A Science Fiction Short Story
Copyright 2010 All rights reserved
THE DREAM LOVER
Written by DTYarbrough Martin awakened and shut off the alarm clock. “Wow, what a dream!” he thought. “What was her name? I'm forgetting already. Damn!” Martin showered and got ready for work. He could still remember that face. She was beauty itself and he was in love, in love with a dream. As he drank his coffee and ate his cold cereal, he tried to remember some of the details of the dream. It was always like this. Only the face remained and an overwhelming love that made the waking world almost unbearable since she wasn't here. If only he could remember more about the dreams. As he drove to the office, his thoughts were elsewhere as the drunk driver struck him. …................................ “There's no indication that there is any brain damage, other than the fact that he's in a coma,” said Doctor Fine. “It just doesn't make any sense. It's as though he doesn't want to wake up.” “Have you tried all of the standard treatments?” asked Dr. Wilson. “At least twice,” said the doctor. “That's why we called you in. This one really needs your help, Ann.” “I'll set up the instruments right away,” Ann said. “We'll monitor him today and start the procedure tomorrow.” …............................ “I don't even know your name,” said Martin as he sat up in bed. “Deidra. My name is Deidra. Don't leave me, Martin,” said the beautiful woman lying beside him. “I'm not leaving, I'm just stretching my legs,” said Martin. “What are we going to do today?” “Anything you want, darling,” she said. “Let's go skiing,” said Martin. “Do you know how?” “If you do?” she said. “But it's early. Come on back to bed.” …............................ “Wherever he is, he's happy,” said Dr. Fine. “This may be a tough one.”
“I'll bring him back,” Ann said. “That's what I do. Help me with these cables.” “Have you ever had trouble regaining consciousness?” asked Dr. Fine. “Not yet,” said Ann. “But just in case, use this hypo to revive me.” “How will we know if there is a problem?” asked Dr. Fine. “You'll be monitoring my vitals,” she said. “You'll know when there is a problem.” …................................ As Martin and Deidra skied down the slope, Martin was lagging behind to admire Deidra's form. She was an excellent skier, as was Martin. Suddenly something struck Martin from behind, sending him tumbling and sprawling face first into the snow. As he attempted to get up, it was apparent that something was on top of him. “I'm terribly sorry,” said Ann. “I guess I should have stayed on the learner's slope. Are you injured?” “What are you doing here?” asked Martin. “I thought I was ready for the main run,” said Ann. “No. I mean what are you doing in my dream?” asked Martin. “Your dream?” asked Ann. “Well, of all the self centered, egotistical, ….” “Who are you?” asked Martin. “Do I know you?” “I'm Ann,” she said. “Pleased to meet you, Martin.” “I didn't mention my name,” said Martin. “You must be part of my dream.” “If you say so, Martin,” she said as she took a side trail into the forest and soon disappeared from sight. ….............................. “What took you so long?” asked Deidra. “I was worried that you had broken a leg or something. Why didn't you dream me back up there with you?” “Some strange woman knocked me down,” said Martin. “Why are you dreaming about another woman?” she asked. “Don't I make you happy?” “I wasn't. I don't think I was. She just came out of nowhere,” said Martin. “I've had enough skiing. Let's go back to the lodge and relax in the spa.”
….............................. After changing into their bathing suits, they had just settled down in the spa when Martin heard a splash in the adjacent swimming pool. He glanced over his shoulder but saw no one, only the ripples beneath the diving board. He stood up and saw a body at the bottom of the pool. Quickly he ran to the pool and dived in. Pulling the female body from the water, he began mouth to mouth in an effort to revive her. She began to cough and Martin sat back and for the first time got a good look at her face. It was Ann, from the ski slope. “Oh dear,” she said. “I've done it again. I've interrupted your vacation. I'm so sorry. You saved my life. How can I ever repay you?” “That won't be necessary,” said Deidra. “Martin, don't we need to get ready for dinner?” “Let me buy you dinner,” said Ann. “It's the least I can do. Just charge it to room 202.” “That's awfully generous,” said Martin, “but it isn't necessary. Thanks anyway and try to be careful.” “Did you see that?” asked Deidra. “She managed to kiss you and give you her room number right in front of me. Does she think I'm an idiot?” “You're making a big deal out of nothing,” said Martin. “I'm not sure I like you when you're jealous.” Now that she brought it up, it had almost seemed as though she was kissing him back. “Stop dreaming about her,” said Deidra, “if you don't want to see me jealous.” “But I tell you, I wasn't,” said Martin. “Let's get ready for dinner.” …......................... The next morning, Martin was heading for the ice machine when he noticed the room number 202? Wasn't that her room number. He continued to the ice machine and began to fill his bucket. “Psst” he heard someone say. He looked around but no one was there. “Psst, back here. Behind the ice machine,” the voice said. As Martin walked around to the back of the ice machine, he saw her, wearing only her panties. “What in the hell is going on?” he asked. “I locked myself out of my room. I was getting the newspaper and the door closed behind me,” she said. “Could I borrow your shirt. I need to go to the lobby and get another key.” “I guess so,” said Martin as he handed her his shirt. “Are you always such a klutz?”
“Not always,” she smiled. “This is so embarrassing. Shall I return your shirt to your room when I'm through with it?” “Just keep it,” said Martin as she headed for the lobby, the shirt barely covering her panties. “Nice legs,” he thought to himself as he headed back to the room. “Why didn't you wear a shirt?” asked Deidre as Martin reentered the room. “I thought I saw you put one on.” “That ice machine was almost out of ice again,” said Martin. “I'm going to fix me a drink. Want anything?” “Where's your blue shirt?” asked Deidre. “I can't find it anywhere?” “I left it outside on the door to be cleaned,” said Martin. “It should be ready in a couple of hours.” “Let's go down for breakfast,” said Deidre. “Are you hungry?” “Just let me grab a shirt,” said Martin. …............................ As they were enjoying their breakfast, Martin heard a voice behind him. “Thanks again for the shirt,” said Ann. “You were such a gentleman.” “Martin!” said Deidre as she stormed out of the restaurant. “Did I say something wrong?” said Ann as she sat down at the table. “You told her about our little encounter, didn't you?” “What are you doing?” asked Martin. “What if she comes back?” “Oh, she didn't look like she was coming back,” said Ann. “I thought we'd get to know each other better, if we're going to keep meeting like this.” “Do you get a kick out of ruining men's lives?” asked Martin. “You said I was just a dream,” said Ann. “If you keep dreaming about me then you must find me attractive or at least interesting.” “Of course I find you attractive, who wouldn't,” said Martin. “And I can't help but be attracted to you,” said Ann. “After all, it's your dream.” “Let's go get my shirt,” said Martin. …..........................
When Martin awoke the next morning in her bed, he looked around and Ann was nowhere to be found. “Ann,” he called but there was no answer. He went to his room and showered and dressed. “Have you seen the young lady from room 202 this morning?” he asked the desk clerk. “We have no one registered to that room,” the clerk informed him. “What about the lady that I arrived with?” asked Martin. “I called her a cab last night, around dinner,” said the clerk. Martin wandered around aimlessly, looking for Ann. “I need to wake up,” he thought. “Wake up, Martin,” said Ann as Martin opened his eyes. “Where am I?” asked Martin. “Why are you wearing a doctor's smock?” “You've been in a coma,” she said. “Welcome back.” “But you were in my dream,” said Martin. “That was part of the treatment,” she said. “You're going to be fine now.” “But I think I'm in love with you,” said Martin. “I thought you felt the same.” “Sorry, but I don't date patients,” she said. After a short pause she continued. “But ask me again tomorrow after you're discharged.”
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