Delilah

Alright...this is the first story I've written in months...many, many long months. I was bored and in a car when I thought of it. Please read and tell me what you think. Thank you.

~TLF

Evan Andrews was no ordinary man. He was different from all other men for the simple reason that he was in love with a beautiful woman no one could see. Every night in his dreams, he would leave his body and sail through the starry, night sky as an apparition and travel hundreds of miles to see his lover, Delilah.

It used to be that at every night at eight o’clock, Delilah would take a stroll through the park while smoking a cheap cigar before returning to her apartment. Every night Evan would sit on the bench and greet her as she walked past. Some nights he would say “Good evening, Miss.” Other nights he would say “You look beautiful, Miss.” And every now and then, he would get lucky, and Delilah would wink.

Of course the circumstances were usually hit or miss. If she was at the park, Evan would be there standing by the flag pole or sitting on the bench to greet her. Whenever she did not appear, Evan would fly to the window of her apartment and see her in bed with another man. Whenever that happened, Evan would wake up in his own bed and scream and cry and wake up everybody in building. Then the men dressed in a uniformed white would come to pinch the nerve in his arm with a needle to make him go to sleep. Evan believed the needle to be magical, since it prohibited him from leaving his body at night.

In the mornings after his nerve pinching, Evan would sit by the window of his colorless room and stare outside, wanting Delilah more and more. Then every night after his nerve pinching, he found the courage to greet Delilah, not in the park, but at her door. Under the red light hung above her doorbell, she would allow him entrance into her home. There he would spend his night, until he awoke in his own bed the morning after.

This continued for eight months, three weeks and a day before Evan decided to leave his white room in his white building to greet Delilah in person. However, the men in uniformed white would not allow him to leave, and a particularly mean one hit him aside the head a bit too hard with what felt like a baseball bat. As he fell to his knees, his vision blurred and red sweat dripped from his head. He cocked his head to the side and felt it land on the breast of a woman. He turned his head and saw Delilah at his side. He apologized for bleeding all over her and asked for a rain check on the dinner plans, for he felt as if we would be late getting to her house. As he closed his eyes, Delilah disappeared, and he felt cold.