How to Have Sex With a Goddess

How to Have Sex With a Goddess

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Diana was driving with her usual airy and easy manner. The car seemed an extension of her being, and seeing her drive was a real delight. She was just taking a dangerous curve when, all of a sudden, came to me the idea to kiss her. As if she had heard my thought, she turned her head towards me. Just then a huge truck, with deafening horns, came furiously down the slope, toward us …

I woke up all sweaty, my hands pushing the nonexistent wheel and trying – I do not remember for how many times and for how many dreams? – to avoid the inevitable. I woke up, and,- filled with the same terror I felt after each dream, I went to the bathroom, where, in the medicine cupboard, I would find relief. The doctor told me, after recommending the sleeping pills, that one pill every night would be enough, that I would not have nightmares anymore, and that I would fall into a deep sleep. The only problem was that, before falling asleep, a thought would come to me: if I had not come toward her to kiss her, would she have been able to avoid the accident? After that, sleep would not come, even after two or three pills. The old doctor was terrified when he found out what I was doing. He recommended that I try anything else – sports to get me tired, perhaps – and eventually, try to replace Diana in my soul. It was easy for him to talk, because he did not love Diana, and maybe he had never been in love. He was definitely not like me. It may seem absurd to say that you have only one love, but I can say for sure that I loved only once, and I will never be able to replace her with anyone.

I took another pill from the bottle and thought again of Diana before sinking into the thick mist of the brutal sleep induced by the sleeping pill. Sometimes she was so alive in my memory that it seemed as though I could stretch my hand out to touch her. Or that I could just call her and she would answer every time. Then I would open my eyes and realize that all was just an illusion. She was living only in me and through me…

* * *

Two years after the accident, it seemed I was the only one who remembered her. Our few common friends would not talk about her at all, and it seemed strange to me to mention her in their presence. The dead with the dead and the living with the living… It was as if she had never existed, and it seemed so unfair for such a gorgeous being to disappear like that into nowhere. When I was thinking deeply about her, it seemed as if the furniture started to crack all of a sudden and in the sounds made by the wood, I recognized her voice. It was unnatural for a girl so full of life to die so young… It was terribly unfair… and sometimes I would blame myself because so little had to change then so that she could still be alive now. Even if I were the one to die. Usually, in the evening I drove… but when we were at the party, I, who usually do not drink, felt the need to have a glass of cognac with an old colleague whom I had not seen for many years.

“Be careful,” he told me, after I introduced him to Diana. “You know what they say: a beautiful woman brings trouble into the house…”

I waved my hand carelessly.

“I have heard that before,” I said, bored.