The early morning fog adds an ethereal quality to my regular morning run. The trees swim amongst the grey wisps, smothering the boundaries between reality and dreamscape. The sun has yet to rise, and it feels as if elves are lurking around corners.
My breath heaves inside my chest, my arms pumping. I stop, panting, at the bottom of stairs up to the bridge. A fellow runner is seated in front of me, tying his shoelace. We have seen each other on the odd morning, our paths crossing on random occasions. A reciprocal nod and smile has been our only interaction so far.
“Beautiful morning, isn’t it?”
His deep voice immediately brings to mind the word sultry. His olive skin and jawline makes me think he is of Greek descent. Dressed in a white tee shirt and grey shorts, his lithe frame makes my bean twitch.
“It is! I love it. Makes it feel like we’re in another reality, don’t you think?”
He looks approvingly at my nipples, which are alert and visible beneath my singlet in the cool air. I can feel the heat between my legs increase as he smiles.
He stands, and looks me directly in the eyes. “I can think of a reality I would like to share with you”.
to be continued…
Soul Journal 
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