My Green Goddess

I'd had this dream before, perhaps a thousand times. I could pinpoint every event within it, for the dream never changed. It was as if someone kept playing the same film reel over and over again, simply for the sadistic thrill of torturing my subconscious.

The backdrop was a silent and misty Shiz Green. My bare feet made deep impressions in the grass as the gentle autumn wind blew over them. My skin was tinted grey in the light of the early morning, and the light breeze caused the hem of my baby blue dress to brush against my knees.

My flaxen hair hung gently at my shoulders, the tresses cascading past my neckline and onto my dress. I turned toward the void of the mist, and the overcast sky seemed to ripple as the sun disappeared behind a plushy cloud. Standing here, bearing witness to the great tranquility of Oz, I was sure the moment could not have been any more perfect.

And then she was there.

Her intoxicating scent told me of her presence before my eyes could. No one in the world smelled like Elphaba Thropp. My eyes slid shut as I tilted my head back to rest on her sternum, trying almost desperately to inhale as much of her Munchkin chrysanthemum aroma as I could. I felt her long, green hands slide into the bends of my hips, as if they were made to be there. Her chin, sharp and strong, hovered lightly on my shoulder, and her arms wound themselves around my waist.

It felt as if every nerve ending I possessed was a live-wire. The sensory overload was almost too much for me to bear; it was mesmerizing, but terrifying, all at the same time. My skin flamed under her touch, and as I turned to meet her eyes, a tepid bead of sweat traced its path down the nape of my neck. Almost instantly, the cerulean of my eyes was lost in the soothing auburn of hers. My palms placed themselves against the black, ornate beadwork that adorned the front of the dress that covered her beautiful emerald skin, and her heartbeat gently pulsated under my fingertips.

Elphaba's index finger tenderly brushed a ringlet of my wavy mane out of my face, and let the digit linger for a moment, tracing my jaw line before bringing the rest of her hand into play. She caressed my cheek softly, and I felt the heat of her other palm slide to the small of my back. I willed my right palm to wander to one of my Green Goddess's shoulders; a shoulder that seemed to carry the weight of our world. Her lips curled into a smile that set my soul on fire.

My left hand roamed to supple skin of her neck, and I soothingly ran a hand through her long, raven hair. My thumb rubbed small, slow circles behind her ear, eliciting a quiet moan of approval from my Green Goddess. I softly nudged her face toward mine, and she took the initiative to begin her own advance. Her eyes flicked to my lips before gazing into mine again, her face mere centimeters from my own. The sweet perfume that engulfed her danced into my nostrils with every breath I drew. I allowed my eyes to slid shut as our lips made the softest amount of contact…

"GALINDA! WAKE UP AND LET ME IN!"

So close. But, as I knew it would, my fantasy shattered like a plate upon impact with an unforgiving floor. Elphaba's perfect face faded quickly, and her touch swiftly lightened. Her warmth dissolved into a black void of nothingness.

I opened my eyes with a grin on my face, happy to know that my Green Goddess was just outside my door.