4/11/22 The Love of Clouds (Part 2)

 The Love of Clouds (Part 2)

As the man stood, watching the small cloud grow ever closer, it encased him in a thick fog. He blinked rapidly, trying to find his sight. When he fully held his eyes open he found himself in a house of clouds. The outer layer being thick and puffy, like it was still in the sky, but the inside of the cloudy walls became a thin mist, easy to see through but still the essence of the cloud remained.

He moved his hand through the thin mist but could feel nothing. His hand floated through it like thin air. A chill was constant in the cloud, sending shivers through the man. He rubbed his arms, trying to stay warm. As he turned around, trying to find some sense of what was going on, a thick cloudlike figure began to approach him. The figure resembled a young woman, the top of her head barely reaching his nose. She had no details on her face or skin, but the form was there.

She floated over to the man, her legs moving like she was walking, but never fully touching the ground. The man stood frozen, unsure of what to do. The cloud woman reached her arm out and touched the man’s cheek. Her hand felt like a solid cold breeze. Although cold, it made the man feel warm, a sensation of comfort filling his mind. He closed his eyes, feeling a connection with the cloud.

The woman slowly lowered her arm, releasing her touch from the man’s cheek. He quickly moved to embrace her, placing his arm around her waist, resting his hand where the curve of her back would be. He could not fully feel but they could both feel the connection. The woman moved her arms to join in the embrace. The man stared deeply into the shallow sockets where her eyes would be. Although there were no eyes, he could tell she was staring back. 

Suddenly the woman pulled away, her body phasing through his arms, easily leaving his gentle grasp. He looked at her sadly. He could see the cloud starting to evaporate. “We will always be here for you,” her heavenly voice echoed in the cloud.

The man’s eyes popped open. He found himself still lying in the grass as he had been before. He looked up to the sky and saw a singular white cloud floating in the ocean of blue. He smiled widely as he watched the small cloud travel through the sky.


The End

4/11/22

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