Recognition

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: BoMoWriCha Prompts


1549 words for a 1500 word challenge on the BoMoWriCha house. Here I was thinking I wouldn't be able to complete it, I, in fact, overshot it. It came out to nearly 1700 words, and I had to trim it
down as much as I could, unfortunately. As so, the story is a bit off but not horribly so. Just lacking some description and random unnecessary words.

Submitted: June 11, 2018

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Submitted: June 11, 2018

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Dazed, I awake from my slumber, my head still heavy with sleep as I groggily looked about my surroundings. Beautiful rolling hills of green and vibrant speckles of yellow, white, and red paint upon my eyes. The landscape seemed to go on forever, the only end being the distance I could see. Something out of a Claude Monet painting. 
 
Despite its immense beauty, it was eery. There was no wind, not even the slightest breeze. No flying birds or chattering squirrels. Even the sky seemed unnaturally bland, only a bright shade of blue. I kept my mind in check, however. I may have still been sleeping. 
 
As I laid in the shaded undergrowth of these plentiful bushes, I decided to inspect them closer. They were quite beautiful and the pleasant aroma permeated my soul. Not only could I smell their attractive scent, but it felt as though I was connected to them. Or at least connected to this area. The bushes were fairly tall, standing between six and fifteen feet. Though their wide branches made them appear shorter. I presumed I was in this area in bloom season, as the bushes were coated in hundreds of long tubular flowers, ranging from white to red and every color between. Behind the bright selection of colors, sat green leaves which remained motionless.
 
The smell grew stronger as I sat upward, planting my hands behind me on the soft, luscious grass. It was sickeningly sweet. Behind the candy-like scent sat something familiar. A lingering memory in my nose, one I had smelled many times but when I found myself calling on it, nothing was there to answer. I pushed the prodding questions aside and rose to my feet, adjusting my clothes from their ruffled state. I suddenly stopped, however, as I remembered I had taken most of my clothing off before bed; only wearing a t-shirt and boxers. Odd, I thought to myself. 
 
My jeans had been stained with splotches of green from the thick grass, and my light blue t-shirt seemed dull among the near neon flowers. The only things that remained the same were my black boots and brown belt. Although, one could say that they appeared more colorful in their own senses, being in a sea of drastically different colors and all. 
 
"Remember," a female voice called out, coming from what seemed every direction as a strong gust of wind blew past me, rustling all the leaves on every bush for as far as I could see. The sound was deafening and a bit frightening, it sounded as though a tornado had blown past me, only missing me by inches. 
 
The gale stopped nearly as quickly as it started, leaving my hair blown back and my ears ringing as I blinked a few times and took a deep breath. Shaking off the shock of what had just happened, I decided at that moment, it was time for me to work on an escape. This place wasn't a tranquil paradise as I originally thought. The incorporeal persona reinforced that belief in me.
 
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As I trudged through the forest of honeysuckle, my mind ran rampant, unchecked by my greater sense of realism. My mind flickered between trying to figure out the identity of that voice, where it had come from, and what it insinuated I had to remember. What was so important I had to remember? Was it something to do with sleep? Or maybe honeysuckles? Frustration crept on my mind as I struggled to piece together the meaning behind that voice. I had no clues beyond where I was, and that was just as perplexing as the voice itself. 
 
A slight breeze drew my attention, its direction coming from behind me as I turned slowly to face it. It was warm and soothing, but I scoffed at its loving facade, knowing its relation to my foe. As my body fully turned to face the breeze, I felt its pressure on my chest and took a deep breath. I scanned the area it poured in from and much to my dismay, not a sight to be seen. I growled out loud, anger swelling in me as I lost control over my emotions. 
 
"Show yourself!" I yelled out into the forest, hoping the mysterious voice heard me. 
 
"Dream," the voice replied, its tone almost seductive. I knew it from somewhere, but I couldn't place it. It scratched to soothe me, but I rejected it. 
 
"What do you mean, dream?" I asked roughly, furrowing my brow as I took a couple steps forward. 
 
"Remember," the voice said, though this time the area in front of me began to distort and shimmer as if it had begun heating up, but I felt no change in temperature. 
 
"Remember what!?" I lashed out angrily. My foot stomped down on the ground as I lunged my body forward. 
 
Suddenly, a form began to appear, my anger diminishing as quickly as the form manifested. It started from the bottom and worked upwards, revealing pale white feet connected to pale legs. A long white dress began to appear, flowing loosely around her calves as it fluttered slowly and softly in the breeze. Her form was definitely female and bore a striking resemblance to someone I knew, but I couldn't remember who. Not the usual forgetfulness, but almost as if it was blocked entirely from my memory. The feeling of not being able to access my memories was terrifying and thus I decided to forget linking the two together. I focused simply on watching this person's form appear in front of me.
 
As her face was revealed, my throat seemed to close in on itself, but I couldn't figure out why. I knew she looked identical to someone I knew, but who? Her greenish blue mixture eyes stared at me intently, but not aggressively. In fact, they looked worrisome. An aura of lovingness was present as well. Her reddish-brown hair fell into beautiful curls and swayed gently in the breeze. Though I couldn't recognize her, I knew she was absolutely gorgeous. 
 
 ....
 
"-- And you insist we know each other well?" I asked with a puzzled look, my right brow furrowed as I lifted my left curiously. 
 
The woman nodded and smiled, her eyes glinting with emotion, "We do. You're much more important to me than you realize," she replied with a smile as she took a step forward. Her feet planted silently on the ground as she moved towards me. It was almost magical how she moved, smooth and artistic, without any jerkiness or bobbing like that of a normal person's steps. 
 
My eyes sharpened at her in distrust as my instincts told me to back away, but I held strong, intent to discover her motives. "I will admit, I swear I know you from somewhere."
 
"More than just know me, you love me," she said confidently, giggling innocently as she smirked at me. Her body was now perhaps three feet away and I could make out every detail of her face. What drew me in most were her lips. They were perfectly sculpted. They pulled at me to lean in and meet them with my own but I resisted. 
 
I choked on my words as I felt my cheeks blush. I didn't recognize her but I knew that I reciprocated her feelings. I just felt it in my soul. "I don't know how or why... but I think I love you too." I managed to croak out. 
 
"I know you do," she said with an innocent smile. Her hands raising up to caress my jaw as she cupped her hands around my face gently, pulling me to lean down. 
 
I complied and arched my back, slowly lowering my face towards hers. I felt compelled to close my eyes and let fate have its way, and so I did. Though the electric feeling of our lips meeting nearly jolted me into opening them. The wave of warming comfort and love that washed over me soon after our lips met, however, erased any will to open them. 
 
Our kissing continued for what felt like minutes as time seemed to slow down, but it finally broke. Just as our lips began to part, I felt my body become less solid as the image of my kisser began to shimmer and distort once more. I closed my eyes and wished for it to stay just a moment longer but fate had other plans as I seemed to black out, my thoughts stopping for a moment as I seemed to fade into nothingness. 
 
I shot upwards from a lying position, my skin sweaty as I took deep frantic breaths. My bare torso soaked up the cool air as an overhead fan quietly blew downwards. Once I had calmed down, I looked to my right, spotting the most beautiful girl I had ever laid my eyes on as I smiled. The adorable tattoo just under her collarbone and shiny septum ring in her perfect nose finally broke my sleep induced amnesia, and I laid back down next to her, wrapping my arm around her waist as I took a deep breath. I closed my eyes and welcomed dreamland, now wishing to see my love once again, though this time I would recognize her... 


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