Event Entries Yesterday 8:27 PM
Everything is supposed to be black and white. Good verses Evil. Light and Darkness. Clear. Simple. Nothing to agonize over. But life is never clear and simple is it?
It is all a bit confusing, I saw her yet I didn't. I mean the image is strong in my mind yet I know it never really happened. I saw clearly in front of the window in my just rented empty apartment a blonde, young and beautiful woman. She was kneeling in a square of warm sunlight. She wore a black sleeveless top, black shorts and tall patent leather shoes and something else. She had wings. Black wings. And the room was filled with black feathers floating towards the floor while a breeze flapped a thin white curtain on the window. I remember this!
She said it was never like that. She was just picking up a penny from the floor. She laughed when I mentioned feathers and wings, “Look, if you want me to go out to dinner with you, just ask! Stop with the corny angel pickup lines!” So I did.
It never occurred to me that there was anything weird about her, apart from my day dream. I assumed she was from the Real Estate company there to make sure everything was OK with the apartment. Only now when I think about it, she never spoke about the apartment or the Real Estate at all. We just talked about the warm weather and spring. How lovely it was with the flowers blooming and the birds singing their joy. We talked and talked and I felt like I had known her all my life it was so easy.
“Shem,” she said; “Did I tell you you have the most gorgeous blue eyes?” She looked intensely into mine with her stunning golden ones. I felt my heart skip a beat and start fluttering in my chest. Her breath was hot and smelled of roses and something much more human. “This is.. is.. going so fast.” She placed her hands either side of my head. “Oooooh I could get in so much trouble for this.” She leant in and kissed my lips hesitantly, then again and again. I felt dizzy. I felt queasy. I pulled her close and kissed her completely right there in my empty apartment in the sun and warm breeze.
The rest of the afternoon was spent like young lovers. We explored each other and tickled, teased and made passionate love on the carpet. Over and again until the sun went down. In between we spoke about my life and loves and she about her hopes. She wanted people to get over their pettiness and small mindedness. She seemed wise beyond her years and deeply caring about the world yet strangely naïve to the small details of life.
I asked her for her name but she became distressed and said I must not ask it of her. “Why on earth not? It’s not like I am going to tell your boss on you,” I said defensively. She just looked at me weirdly as I said; “Come on you know my name it’s only fair that I know yours! Please, please tell me your name! I demand it!” She looked defeated and replied downcast; “I am Dara, daughter of Derdekea.” I thought it was a bit of an odd name but she looked so down I wanted to comfort her. I held her in my arms and said playfully; “There! That wasn’t so hard Dara. Now that we know each other maybe we should be friends!” I laughed and she laughed with me. We kissed and made love once again falling asleep in each other’s arms.
When I awoke it was cold and dark and I was alone. Of her I could find nothing but she had left my clothes folded and sitting on top was a single black feather.
The next day I called the Real Estate company but they said no one called Dara worked there, in fact no one was supposed to be in my apartment at all that afternoon. That was a complete dead end. I tried looking through Facebook but there were hundreds of Dara's. No Dara Derdekea’s and Derdekea appeared to be a surname.
I researched more looking for where this odd sounding name came from. I traced it back to a very strange old and odd source. What caught my eye was my name in the search result; The Paraphrase of Shem. I read it and the more I read it the more I remembered the feathers and the wings. Derdekea was a heavenly, powerful female angel who descends to earth for the salvation of man. That was pretty heavy.
In the end I gave up because all avenues seemed to lead nowhere at all. I never did get to go out to dinner with her. Maybe I should make a reservation for dinner and she will just show up! I hope that I meet her again.