Dreaming about Araceli

"Hey,"

A familiar feminine light voice called upon her, something about the airy texture and the melody in which she spoke, brought her chills, the good kind of chills.

Her surroundings were a combination of everything and nothing, she couldn't make out anything except the lamp post and side street chair she was sitting on.

"Who's out there?" Rachel called out into the nothingness around her, her voice bounced back to her like she was in a room of infinite possibilities.

"Rachel,"

The angelic voice called out to her only this time she appeared, that's when it all clicked, the airy voice, the melody, the breathiness of the voice, it was Araceli.

"Fuck!" Rachel cried out in awe but still remained where she was no matter how hard she tried to stand up.

"For some fucked up reason I can't stand up to hug you,"

Rachel whined as tears streamed down her face, she wiped them away quickly, still looking at Araceli like she was a burning bush and she was not worthy of her presence.

"It's oka