2 days later

I had arrived all in one piece, my body and luggage having been searched every 10 minutes. When I arrived at the barracks I was taken into a back room and searched, rectally. I didn’t even know that much about smuggling drugs, not nearly enough to know that people hid them in their anus.

But the sergeant major was right, from the moment I got here everyone already knew who I was. News of my case spread like a wildfire, gossip amongst all the military wives.

I sighed internally. I was prepping my uniform for tomorrow now, cleaning my combat boots and measuring my ACUs. I kept a picture of my great grandmother back when world war II was ending in my pocket. She was a war nurse like me, but things were a lot different back then.

She was gorgeous, her eyes had seen a world of trouble. I always took note of her uniform, a classy pinup style from the early 1950’s. It was almost romantic in a sense, it hit home for me.

I turned the iron off and hung my uniform up in the closet. I was all set to sleep when I heard a knock on the door.

I tied my robe up and peaked through the glass hole in the wall. No one there?

I shrugged and opened the door, looking up and down the hall.
Nothing but a small gust of wind.

I closed the door and returned to my bedside. I was getting ready to shut the light off when I heard the same knock clear against my door.

I raised an eyebrow and rushed over, swinging the door open.
Nothing there.

I got shivers and shut the door, crawling into bed almost immediately. I didn’t believe in the supernatural, my Mother always taught me not to mess with that stuff.

I heard the knock several times more until I started ignoring it and it went away. Before I knew it I was fast asleep, ready to snooze till sunrise.

-

I was standing in some sort of ballroom, a band playing on a stage in old fashioned Class A’s. There were boys and girls dancing and parading around the room, I was in the arms of a stranger. Only he didn't seem like a stranger? He was a stranger in the funny way dreams depict people. If
I’m the one who made him up then I surely know him.

He was smiling at me, and I to him.

“You look beautiful tonight.” He whispered into my ear.

“Thank you, Sir. Is that what you tell all the ladies?” I gave a soft chuckle.

My words were not mine but they seemed to be so, as if I was a spectator and a participant all at the same time.

“Only the ones I like.” He chuckled back.

“Well this one’s not on the market, got it?” I giggled.

“Last time I checked, you weren’t seeing anyone.” He gave a playful peck.

“Not seeing anyone, but not interested.” I shook my head.

“Ouch.”

“It’s not you. I’m just at a time in my life were romance is out of the question.” I swayed my hips to the music, keeping eye contact with him all at once.

“You never know when the time for romance is upon you my dear. It’s not something you foresee, it springs up on you like a snake in the desert sand. And before you know it, you’ve been poisoned. And from that point on, you either let it kill you… or transform you.” He ran a tender hand up and down my back.

“That’s quite a speech sir. Had my mind not been occupied with so many other things, I may have fallen for you.” I smiled.

“Well, that’s a damn shame. A penny for your thoughts?” He swayed with me back and forth, the music becoming more calming as the evening went on.

“My thoughts aren’t worth a penny sir.” I laughed.

“I beg to differ.” He gave a charming smile.

“If I told you I knew you were married?” I glanced up to him.

“Ah… well what if I told you not happily?” He said back.

“Not happily, but still married. What kind woman would that make me sir?” I chuckled, and pecked his cheek, bidding him farewell and leaving him to his thoughts in the middle of the dance floor.

I looked up to the stage, the atmosphere changing as a darker sounding song began to fill the room. It was dark, but beautiful, not jazz not blues.

In the middle of the stage stood a man with dark combed hair, only a microphone in his hand.

“I never said I’d lie and wait forever…” His voice delivered the song in a mix of pained whispers and love.

“If I died we’d be together…”

I closed my eyes, walking closer to the stage, allowing the music to guide me. When I opened them a pair of hazel eyes were staring down at me, filled with bewilderment.

I looked around, not realizing I had wondered so far down the stage. I must have looked like a fool. The pair of eyes above were locked on me, they were the eyes of the bass player. His honey brown hair was combed back and his eyes were framed by a pair of glasses. He had deep set eyes and cheeks, and a strong jawline. He seemed like the quiet but thoughtful type.

I smiled and waved at him, staring in awe.
The ghost of a smirk appeared on his face and he averted his attention elsewhere. I sighed and folded my arms, now walking away from the stage.

I made my way to the drinks table and served myself a glass of wine, talking amongst the women lounging around.

I hadn’t looked back up to the stage till the song was over. I could see the hazel-eyed bass player trotting over to the lead singer to whisper something in his ear. The singer nodded and looked into the crowd, his eyes finally setting on me. Goosebumps went up my arms.

“Alright, ladies and gentleman this song is for the pretty young thing with the rosy cheeks and dark hair down by table 11, from my little brother over here, Mikey.” The singer first pointed to me then to the bass player. My cheeks flushed an even darker shade of red.

The crowd erupted into cheer. There was chatter and excitement amongst the girls around me, and encouraging hands patting my back.

“Adele…” A voice like silk whispered into my ear, coaxing me from the back of my conscience.

“Come back to me baby…” I felt the small pecks of soft lips traveling down my neck.

Before I knew it I was catapulted back into the real world, fully awake and fully aware. I staggered back in my bed, my heart rate skyrocketing. It felt like someone was there, no, I knew someone was there.

I got out of bed and turned the lights on, inspecting the room thoroughly. When I concluded I probably just spooked myself I crawled back into bed, saying a prayer for safety.

I thought back to the dream I was in the midst of, I wanted to go back. I wanted to know what would happen, silly enough. It just felt so real.

Notes

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