by The Awethors
Chapter 7
After reading for a while, Paul went to the dining room. He was getting hungry again, and also wanting to see Caryn again. He had a different attitude this time about the whole thing. He had decided he was not going to try to figure it out himself. He would trust God and let the whole thing go where it will. The fact was, he was falling in love with Caryn, though he had just met her. He now had no doubt of his feelings and wanted to know more about her — to be closer to her.
As he entered the room, he saw Caryn sitting at the table, eating. She smiled up at him, “Good morning, or evening. It feels like morning though.”
He smiled back at her, pleased to see her and nodded agreement. “Yes, morning works for me. I slept great, and it does feel like a new day.” He sat down across the table from her and began to fill his goblet. Before he started eating, though, he looked up and asked, “Caryn? Do you trust in God?”
She gave him a broad smile. “Absolutely. Don’t you?” She took a bite of the bread.
“I do, but I don’t think I was trusting Him before. I had always trusted my logical thinking, but with all of this happening to us...” He shrugged a little. “I think I’m learning to trust Him.”
“In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. Proverbs 3:6. A verse I’ve always tried to keep in practice. I trust God in all things. Even this dream.”
Paul looked at her a moment. “Why do you think it’s a dream?”
“Well,” she said. “I’m not exactly sure, but it seems I can think of something, and it will happen. I thought of my drawings, and they appeared on the tapestries. I thought of food, and there it was. I thought of ...” She looked embarrassed. “Someone to talk to, and there you were.” She smiled, and her eyes gazed upon him with such affection it made him turn red as well.
Caryn then continued with a puzzled expression. “But there is one thing I didn’t think of. You said it appeared, and that confused me. Your Bible. I hadn’t thought of the Bible until you mentioned it. So now I wonder if I’m dreaming you, or are you dreaming me?”
Paul chuckled. “I hadn’t considered I would be a part of your dream.” He pulled his chair around the table and sat down next to her, taking her hand in his hands and gazing into her eyes as deep as he could. “If this is a dream, by either of us, I don’t want to wake up. I’ve never felt as I do with you. Do you feel it? Or is it my own expectations?”
She smiled and leaned forward and whispered, “I feel it.” They kissed, and Paul felt himself falling deep into the kiss and her love. He was losing his mind as he fell deeper and deeper. Consciousness faded. Darkness overwhelmed him.
