For a while now I haven’t thought of those couple of days, a couple of years ago. They used to haunt my dreams; not in a dramatic way though. I used to like the mornings that were filled in the memory of dreams about that day. I used to make my coffee, head down to the balcony and chill there for a while; daydreaming … about my dream.

It seems that after a while it all faded away into an image pushed down the Pez dispenser that is my memory. But a similar taste to that candy, though less intense, reminded me of the lust imbued in those little candy drops. Even through the sour aftertaste they offered, the ride was still as much a thrill. And what was I but a chaser of thrills?

She called me one day, I had been thinking about her for a while. We went for a cruise at night. I headed towards Jbeil; I thought the shore could be a cool place to chill with a beer. The moon looked like it was cold but smooth. It was weird because the moon is supposed to look warm with light around summer time. It seemed something was different.

A couple of days later, we decided to go for a cruise up to the mountains. She was going to spend Saturday night over; she also wanted to meet Charly. She came over Saturday noon; I had been “drunk” for a couple of hours. We got in my car —at the time I had not sold that piece of junk yet— which was about as functional as my sanity; nothing much to go on there. We drove off to a wonderful afternoon, cruising up to the mountains, but we took a turn at some point. She asked me, about where we were going. I told her to be patient and that she’ll find out soon. As we drove up the mountain road, the scenery on the horizon caught our breaths while our mouths latched on to the cigarette burning a little bit less hot than our lust.

We got to a narrow road that ends up right beneath a massive river dam. The dam extends between two massive hills whose inner valley cradles the river. The river there is fed by the melting snow of the mountains above it and the winter before had been very generous. We had to walk up to get to the edge of the dam where the lake is. We could’ve taken the path that goes up the hill around the dam, but we decided to climb the steps up the dam’s walls. She got tired at some point; I told her to keep going and to not think about how much more we had to go before reaching the top.

By the time we got to the top, we were tired and breathing heavily. We sat along the edge of the dam and stared and the massive hills surrounding the lake. The lake was formed unnaturally –because of the dam- but it looked right in place there in the valley. The hills reminded me of fantasy stories, barren and barely any vegetation. That is because these hill tops are usually covered with snow, which then melts and trickles down the valleys into that lake.

After a while of just sitting there, I took her hand as I hopped down the edge, she followed. I kissed her, she liked it. I know she liked it, her involvement in the elaboration of that kiss said more than enough. Things started getting hotter, and how can they not. There I was, lust spewing out of my pores; part drunk , part high and part burning with the thought of ripping her clothes off and taking her right then and there. As the winds –and their perfect timing- came blowing by I turned her around, hugged her from behind and tilted her head to one side as I kissed and bit her neck. I pushed her against the ledge and lifted that cute little black skirt she was wearing. My left hand submerged in her hair, a sea of dark gold; my right hand slid down as I softly grabbed her inner thigh; then I heard her moans. The winds, blowing harder now, mask the sounds of the dragons hiding behind the hills. While we thrust, I started seeing fires rising from the mountain tops. Massive dragons followed, my eyes were taken, but I did not stop. They went flying around in circles; shrieking, screaming and burning away the winds.

An hour later, we were home. I could still hear the shrieks from the dragons all those kilometers away. I looked down to the street below from my balcony. The road was overrun with zombies; I called out for her…