Priscilla Chapter Four

Aubrey dreams of Priscilla Miller. (First Draft)

Aubrey Miller had the most peculiar dream that warm Sunday night. In that dreamworld created from the subconscious recesses of her mind, she awoke in the middle of a lush vivid garden. Surrounded by nothing but abundant towering maples and elms, decorated with a variety of fruit bearing bush at their roots. Something akin to that of Eden. At least, she assumed so. Sitting up in the plush grass, Cousin Miller realized that she was stark naked as the grass below gently caressed her bottom. Nary an article of her clothing in sight. Before she had the chance to worry about her bareness, a lovely song beyond the ones of the birds began to float and dance between the tree leaves and twisted branches above her. Aubrey would recognize that velvety voice anywhere. She was calling to her. Beckoning for the Miller girl to come find Her deep within their sequestered garden. Aubrey’s body began to move on its own— driven by pure instinct—unable to resist Her Alluring Song. Aubrey ventured deeper into the glistening garden, through the blossoming bluebells, budding daisies, and sunbathing primroses. The shivering Snapdragons tickled Aubrey’s stocky legs as she quickly brushed by. Clearer and clearer the song became; closer and closer to Her Aubrey got. Beams of golden light streamed through from beyond the thicket which, no doubt, concealed a secret clearing. Priscilla’s Clearing. The Sun joyously surrounded Aubrey with her bright warm embrace in congratulations as she finally emerged from beyond the trees melting shadows and berry bearing bush. The young woman stared at the otherworldly sight before her, her mouth slightly agape in awe.

There sat Mrs. Miller—in all her effervescent beauty—sitting on a lone looped vine, provided by the hulking, but nurturing cherry tree above; decorated with satin crimson carnations. Pure wonderland nonsense that mesmerized Aubrey with its ethereal imagery. Priscilla’s mature body softly sagged erotically in ways that the voyeur’s conscious mind could never imagine. Her large bosom droops comfortably atop the plush tummy that once nurtured her brooding pup. The viridescent vine—taut with the duty of supporting the Aphroditiac’s weight—swayed slightly as Priscilla playfully, but slowly swung her legs, on which Monarch and blue butterflies danced upon. A crown of varying flowers and blossoms sat comfortably around the circumference of her skull; Dripping with morning dew that landed on Priscilla’s rich brown skin with a quiet plip. Her midnight dark eyes under heavy lids fixated on twin scarlet cherries that dangled from her fingertips; Still manicured. Priscilla’s pupils floated to where Aubrey stood; awkward but eager. That familiar honeyed smile spread across her face as she beckoned Aubrey over with her cherry-less hand. Her mouth moved as if she was speaking, but no sound came out. She was much too far away.

Without hesitation, Aubrey Miller began her journey across the hazy, glowing clearing to the mellowed Goddess. Everything moved in slow motion as Aubrey hastily made her way through the flurry of lily white butterflies and diverse vegetation to Her. The glowing Angel that causally dwelled among mortal men. The soul-stirring Deity that could turn any home in her Temple. Priscilla Miller.

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Aubrey awoke with a start. Now face to face with that dull white ceiling, illuminated by the faint rays of the awakening Monday sun, as her dependable alarm clock loudly rang on and on. Ripped right out of Eden and back to Miller Farms.