an she loved was standing at the top eating pears. Neither of them would ever know that the sand dude was in love with both Charles and Jolene, being an asexual being capable of great feeling but not sexual want or need.
The day Charles met Jolene, he didn't think much of her at all. That night, he saw her in a dream-- coming towards him in a beautiful ball gown, asking him if he knew how to waltz. Suddenly he did, in her arms. He called her the next morning and asked for coffee.
Jolene accepted, keeping in mind that Charles had saved her from being smashed by an eighteen-wheeler the night before. She figured a dream about a man you barely know must be a good sign.
And she was right. Over the next three years, Jo and Chuck became so intertwined that it was almost scary. And now with this, with the sand dude...it was scary.
Charles woke up to a distraught, and sleeping, Jolene clinging to his t-shirt. He of course waited for her to wake up naturally, and when she looked up at him, she still seemed extremely scared.
"Baby?"
"Oh, I had the worst dream, Chuck...the worst dream..."
"That's odd, mine was quite pleasant--"
"The sand dude was in it," they said simultaneously. Confusion struck the couple as they stumbled over one another's words.
"In mine he--"
"He was--"
"OK. You tell yours first," Charles finally said.
"I was running through this beautiful field of pear trees. There were pears everywhere, actually, and I could have sworn I saw you there. But only for a second. Then there was this bench...I sat down on the bench and suddenly he was sitting next to me. Of course I wanted to run. And then we were looking at this pretty well. And then he pushed me. He pushed me down the well and I couldn't get out...I was still trying to climb out when I woke up."
Charles knew why Jolene had seen him in the pear field, and suddenly he knew many things about Jolene that he wished he didn't. He knew that she was scared of the sand dude and that the sand dude was there to test her fears. Because Charles had never been s
The day Charles met Jolene, he didn't think much of her at all. That night, he saw her in a dream-- coming towards him in a beautiful ball gown, asking him if he knew how to waltz. Suddenly he did, in her arms. He called her the next morning and asked for coffee.
Jolene accepted, keeping in mind that Charles had saved her from being smashed by an eighteen-wheeler the night before. She figured a dream about a man you barely know must be a good sign.
And she was right. Over the next three years, Jo and Chuck became so intertwined that it was almost scary. And now with this, with the sand dude...it was scary.
Charles woke up to a distraught, and sleeping, Jolene clinging to his t-shirt. He of course waited for her to wake up naturally, and when she looked up at him, she still seemed extremely scared.
"Baby?"
"Oh, I had the worst dream, Chuck...the worst dream..."
"That's odd, mine was quite pleasant--"
"The sand dude was in it," they said simultaneously. Confusion struck the couple as they stumbled over one another's words.
"In mine he--"
"He was--"
"OK. You tell yours first," Charles finally said.
"I was running through this beautiful field of pear trees. There were pears everywhere, actually, and I could have sworn I saw you there. But only for a second. Then there was this bench...I sat down on the bench and suddenly he was sitting next to me. Of course I wanted to run. And then we were looking at this pretty well. And then he pushed me. He pushed me down the well and I couldn't get out...I was still trying to climb out when I woke up."
Charles knew why Jolene had seen him in the pear field, and suddenly he knew many things about Jolene that he wished he didn't. He knew that she was scared of the sand dude and that the sand dude was there to test her fears. Because Charles had never been s
