Winter Dream

   Who can quite decipher God's reasoning in bringing to a senseless end a young life. Especially one of such potential and beauty. Those are the types of thoughts the normal mind would ruminate upon looking down into the casket of poor Leanne. But such thoughts do not cross your mind as you gaze hypnotically at her still beauty. Oh! How lovely in all her pale helplessness! How to take her first, take in her innocent repose...these are your thoughts.
   LeeAnne was only 19 when she perished from this world. She made the decision that life was no longer worth living and acted on it, cutting her wrists and bleeding slowly to death in her own bed. How tragic.
   Now she lays in comfortable repose in her pretty silver casket with light blue satin lining trimmed in lace. Such a blue would match her eyes, how pretty the satin would be for a gown were she alive. Oh, well, one cannot entertain such ideas at a time like this...
   Oh, how lovely she is laid out, how your admiration for her grows, like an evil vine that entwines about your heart...Her gown is an ivory colored satin and Mandarine cut, very simple yet elegant. Leanne's hair is medium long and thick, yet straight and the most becoming brunette shade. Now it is parted down the middle and lays silkily on her shoulders. She wears pearl earrings and a pearl choker. Her lips and nails are an iridescent pink that compliments the blue lining. Leanne's hands are bound by a pink pearl rosary with a silver crucifix. The only thing that spoils the peaceful picture is the 7 inch scar running up her left wrist, but the way her hands are positioned, one can barely notice.
   There are flowers everywhere, although it is almost December. Roses; white and yellow and pink. The fragrance is very heavy and sweet, almost to sweet as it mixes with the incense. The church is vast and breathtakingly beautiful with it's story high stained-glass windows, paintings, statuary and gilded arches. The deserted stillness in this great building arouses you in itself...As you sit on the first pew trancidely gazing at the deceased, the statues look down upon you with their empty stares. The sanctuary is a shadowland, lit only with the dimming light from the novena candles that are slowly fading. She is illuminated by the pink lamps that the funeral home has set up on either end of her casket... It is past midnight now. Snow has begun to fall outside, the first snow of the year, but you do not notice. You are encapsulated in this place of your own fantasies...
   You slowly rise and approach the casket and peer down at her. She must have been lovely in life but oh, how much lovelier is she in death! Her face glows with the anemic pallor of a body drained of all it's life's blood. Her eyes are still under the lids and her chest sits at the level of her last breath. How exquisite...You reach into the casket and take her cold hands in your own and you know you must have her, if only in your dreams.
   You have lifted Leanne from her casket and carried her out the side entrance into the garden. The snow has already accumulated and you gently lie her down on a bed of white...She looks so peaceful you hesitate to disturb her but your impulsivity drives you to lean over her and kiss her. You free her hands from the rosary and kiss them, the cold and pulselessness of her skin arouses you to a level of such insanity that you rush through unhooking the back of her gown and slip it over her rigid shoulders and push it aside. Her body blends with the snow, it is so white. She is wearing a white lace bra and panties, but she is even paler than them. She has on iridescent silk stockings held up by a matching white lace garter and belt, her shoes are black ankle strap heels. Your kisses are restrained by the stitches holding her jaw shut, but her beautiful eyes open like a dolls as you tip her head back. She looks up at the sky, flakes of falling snow disappearing into her glassy stare. As one by one the candles burn out, the colored light that falls through the stained-glass windows and tints the snow around you red and green, blue and purple begins to fade. You run your hands over her body, it feels like liquid marble. Her hair is silk against your skin as she lays in your arms.....
   To soon the dream is over and you lie alone in your bed in semi darkness. Your breath is heavy and you turn your head to the window and see the snow falling outside. Winter has arrived tonight, but you will not mind the coldness...

THE END

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