The Lioness

I had another dream. I can't remember much just bits and fragments. I was in some eastern part of the world, in a city with low houses and flooded streets. I waded in knee deep placid waters, entered a four floors building.

There were nine stairs one foot size each, one foot wide - divided by a murmuring waterfall; each staircase half on both sides of the languid waterfall, adhered to the wall.

We ascended up to the dry roof, the two of us. I thought you were beside me, I was certain - I touched you to make sure. We walked to the edge to have a look down. I turned back and realized I was all alone.

I was on dry ground again in a forest clearing, watching a lioness sprawled on a bed of dry leaves - not far off. She welcomed me rising on her hind legs, and resting her paws gently on my chest. I wasn't scared, I didn't mind her sharp claws stuck in my flesh. She smiled exposing her fangs, she licked my face, I could feel her fangs touching my shoulder - love bites.

I woke up distressed, it ended up so soon - it was still dark outside.
I knew I'll have to face the coming daylight hours and yearn for night to come, and meet her again in my dream... My Lioness.