Acclamation by Vee Hoffman

Author:Vee Hoffman [Hoffman, Vee]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Gay & Lesbian, Contemporary, Fiction, Romance, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B009NMYLGK
Publisher: Indie Inklings Ltd
Published: 2012-10-07T13:00:00+00:00

24 December, a Wednesday

I was dreaming about a pier. I didn’t recognise it, was the strange thing. As if for each new space of vision my eyes took in, my brain was filling the scene plank for plank, wave for wave of the water and foam beneath. Standing at the very edge with no barriers around me, I was dressed all in layers, like it was the end of the Autumn or the start of Spring. I turned back to see that I wasn’t as far out as I felt. There was an unremarkable, dull and grassy coastline I had never seen before only a few yards behind me. I turned back, redirected my gaze to the water, and I saw forever. The grey-blues of the water mixed with those in the sky and the horizon started to blur for me. A dream of a pier, an unfamiliar coastline, an ocean. I’d only been to the ocean once. Every other horizon I’d seen was broken by land at some point. Lakes, rivers, and channels were hardly thrilling to a sense of wanderlust. But this was the ocean. I could feel it, in my dream, and in my dream there was the sense of a different scent, a different taste to the salt freshness in the air.

The rolling sound of infinite water breaking against an infinite shore, wind and tumult, and nothing else. A breeze passing by and a strange, unfamiliar aroma in the air. I closed my eyes and put my hands in the pockets of my jacket, letting the wind pick up the ends of my hair and blow them about. Some people dream about flying. I dream about moments like this (but I had never dreamt of this moment, not exactly, and in fact not even almost), moments when everything from every angle of every sense is like freedom.

Another sound cut through the froth and flow; the sound of creaking wood and footsteps. I could see myself in the third person, as is always the case when I’m dreaming. I smiled and kept my eyes closed in the breeze for a few moments. A few more footsteps. Then I opened my eyes, and took a deep breath, smiled, and turned –

6:00a.m. and I hated the old clock in my room and the shrill, soul-piercing alarm bell that seemed like it would bore through my brain before I could ever find the snooze button. I’d set it the night before with absolutely no clear memory of what it sounded like, how much like Hell it was to thrash about in waking shock like I was 16 years old and I’d overslept for school again. For the umpteenth time.

It was always too late by the time I found the right button, and oftentimes before I had managed to actually turn the alarm off in the process, or just unplug the thing. But today was a day for which I didn’t necessarily mind waking up. I’d made an early night of

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