Sabine - Chapter 4

Sabine lay in the fetal position on a dirty sidewalk of The City. She closed her eyes around bitter tears of frustration, and choked back a sob. As she drifted to sleep, she tried with all of her being to conjure Corydin’s face in her mind’s eye. She began to dream.1

Suddenly, she found herself back in her old apartment, kneeling beside Corydin’s sleeping figure. A cool breeze played with her hair, and the scent of Corydin’s cologne rose around her. He was breathing heavily, as if frustrated by something he was dreaming. Sabine reached for his hand, and grasped it tightly. I’m not dreaming, she thought, I couldn’t possibly be! His hand felt soft and warm, as it had all the times they had walked the foggy streets of San Francisco together, and the nights they had slept under the stars in Golden Gate Park. Her eyes filled with tears, and she shook him, hoping to wake him from his fitful sleep. 2

He turned his face toward hers, though he did not open his eyes. “Love? Is that you?” he asked, in a drowsy monotone. “Yes, Corydin, it’s me, Sabine,” she whispered through her tears. He gripped her hand, and said angrily, “Where are you? I can’t see you!” 3

Sabine sobbed. “I’m right here, Love, I’ve come home!” she said, her voice strained with sorrow. But Corydin had loosened his grip on her hand, and turned away to sleep.4

Sabine awoke back on the streets of The City. Startled, she closed her eyes, and wished to be sent back to Corydin. It all seemed so real, she thought, I touched his hand! 5

Corydin woke in tears, with an intense feeling of loss. A familiar scent lingered in his bedroom, a scent like rain and plumeria. He knew the scent so well, yet he couldn’t imagine why. Then suddenly he was hit forcefully with a memory of his dreams earlier that night. The most beautiful face he had ever seen filled his vision, and he was overcome by love, though he had no idea who the woman was. 6