James awoke to the sound of splashing in the nearby stream. Peeking through the leaves he swore he saw Indigo. He swore he saw Indigo in the buff. James decided he needed a better look, just to make sure it was her. He slid up the tree limb some and found a clear view. From his new vantage point he could see her bathing in the stream. She was soaping herself up and then rinsing her body with the cool water. Oh Goddess! What that cold water was doing to her body! Oh Goddess, what it was doing to his body! James kept telling himself this all had to be a dream.
Thwack!
‘No it isn’t. Dreams don’t hurt.’ James spit out loose bark and brushed the dirt from his face. He had scooted out too far and the limb snapped, landing him on the ground below. He forced himself up, not surprised that there were no broken bones. There never were. He did have some cuts and soon-to-be-bruises, but decided they weren’t bad enough to distract his attention from the vision in the stream. Continue Reading…