Weird romantic dream
Apr. 17th, 2005 11:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdI was dreaming I was a widow. Somehow I was much younger and fertile, but the kiddos were the same ages they are now, and Bunny was about 16.
So somehow, we got timeslid to Old Salem, after all the insanity. Because a young widow was a temptation, the town fathers arranged a marriage for me. John was handsome enough, dark hair, dark eyes, slim and Saturnine, well-placed and wealthy. A good man in all senses. We made a good marriage for Bunny, and got Obi an apprenticeship to a cooper. So I had the littles at home, and Betty Parris (who was still 12 year old Kay-from-the-Play) was left orphaned and we took her in.
The work was very hard for both of us (hard enough I was thin again), and we saw very little of each other. So I did not get to know this stranger who was sleeping beside me. Until, one night, the kids were all asleep in the loft and I took off my coif and let down my hair (naturallly red).
I went to him, where he stood in the kitchen, and said "You hav been good to me these three months. And because I did not know you, you have not forced yourself upon me. I am ready for you to be a true husband to me."
He seized me then, holding me close and whispering intense romantic words in my ear about how I was beautiful and had ensnared him from the moment he saw me. About how he'd burned for me, and how he wanted to be so close that "should an enemy strike at us when we are vulnerable, I would not block your line of sight as you shot." Which is romantic, when you think about it. Not just that he wanted me, but that he trusted me enough, believed in my own strength enough to think I could protect us both from marauders.
Then, he kissed me and I woke up.
And was very relieved to find it was Mudd holding me close and rubbing my back. My John was lovely enough, but I want to keep my Mudd.
So somehow, we got timeslid to Old Salem, after all the insanity. Because a young widow was a temptation, the town fathers arranged a marriage for me. John was handsome enough, dark hair, dark eyes, slim and Saturnine, well-placed and wealthy. A good man in all senses. We made a good marriage for Bunny, and got Obi an apprenticeship to a cooper. So I had the littles at home, and Betty Parris (who was still 12 year old Kay-from-the-Play) was left orphaned and we took her in.
The work was very hard for both of us (hard enough I was thin again), and we saw very little of each other. So I did not get to know this stranger who was sleeping beside me. Until, one night, the kids were all asleep in the loft and I took off my coif and let down my hair (naturallly red).
I went to him, where he stood in the kitchen, and said "You hav been good to me these three months. And because I did not know you, you have not forced yourself upon me. I am ready for you to be a true husband to me."
He seized me then, holding me close and whispering intense romantic words in my ear about how I was beautiful and had ensnared him from the moment he saw me. About how he'd burned for me, and how he wanted to be so close that "should an enemy strike at us when we are vulnerable, I would not block your line of sight as you shot." Which is romantic, when you think about it. Not just that he wanted me, but that he trusted me enough, believed in my own strength enough to think I could protect us both from marauders.
Then, he kissed me and I woke up.
And was very relieved to find it was Mudd holding me close and rubbing my back. My John was lovely enough, but I want to keep my Mudd.
