Something woke me and tempted me to open my eyes. I knew better.
“Don’t open them, ” my thoughts warned me.
This awakens my brain which takes complete control, now.
I can feel the warmth of this demon’s breath against my face. She is so close.
“Ignore her. Keep your eyes shut tight.”
She plants a kiss on my forehead and whispers a memory in my ear of a wrong that I’ve done to someone I love.
I roll over onto my other side to try and put some distance between her and me.
“It happened so many years ago,” I argue.
These words do not discourage her. She throws an arm around me and presses her body against my back.
“You never asked for forgiveness. Now, you can’t. ”
She is so right. I feel my body relax into this visitors arms. She responds to my surrender by tossing her long legs over my body and pressing closer to me. She squeezes me tightly with her arms and legs.
I want to give in and let her have her way with me, but the last time I did, my guilt and shame overwhelmed me. I fell into a deep darkness.
She is so hard to fight against. She is powerful. Fighting her takes so much effort and energy.
I lie there surrendering to her truth. The lover I wronged cannot forgive me. She is gone forever. I loved myself more than I loved her.
I struggle against this apparition but her grip on me is so strong.
“I deserve this,” I say to myself and roll over to kiss her and give into her once and for all.
I kiss her softly and she responds by kissing me passionately and holding me tightly nearly squeezing and sucking my breath from me.
I open my eyes.
A soft light illumines the bed. My intruder relaxes her grip. I find strength to push her away.
She tries to regain her strength by shouting every sin I have committed. It almost works but the light reveals a shadowy form. I recognize her, too.
My dark invader points out moments when I failed our bed partner and times when this other disappointed me.
By now I am fully awake. I can forgive myself because I have forgiven my partner and she has forgiven me. I love her and she loves me even though we are imperfect.
The Light chases my demon visitor away for now.
“You have not seen the last of me,” the unwanted invader shrieks as it fades into the soft moonlight.
I know what she threatens is true. I know that the next time I may not find the light. But this time ends in survival. Love wins.
I gently touch the one lying with me. I memorize the lines and curves of her body. I recall the good moments we have together and am anxious for the morning.
I fall asleep.
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