Two return

Abruptly the birds fly away. A sudden puff of wind whips the tall grass against bare skin under the dress and lifts the brim of the impossibly wide hat.... The gust sending a thrill through my whole body. Who was saying this was a dream? No. This is me, this is really me this time. And I have taken my girlfriend's hand and am walking toward the house, pulling her along the path through the docile undergrowth that lies down as we pass. And we too lie down in the submissive grass. And on the unmade bed, pale blue muslins, golden sunbonnets, white shoes, and pink garlands of flowers all removed, I gaze at the languid form of a girl pretending to be falling asleep. Again, slowly my hand advances toward the bare skin.... And anyway, if this were a dream there would be no colors.