A Taste of Fiction ~ Jan 27, 2009

Jan 27, 2009
A taste of fiction

Current mood:artistic

She was scared and alone. It was cold outside, and she slunk down further under the covers, and hid her head. There was a rumble as the train rode through town, but being so alone, the sound startled her, until finally she recognized the common sound that she would normally love during the day. Lights flashed in the window, and she held her breath, but the lights continued down the road. She released her breath and tried to calm her agitated nerves. Get a hold of yourself was the only thing she could think. Why was she so on edge?

She had definitely been left home alone before. And on much worse night than tonight. Maybe that's what set her nerves on edge. She could handle the alone when the storms thundered outside her window. Then she could barely keep her eyes open. Maybe something about the pounding rain on the windows and the deafening thunder hid all the other sounds that she could now hear on this peaceful night. She did miss the warm arms around her, that would normally hold her on nights like this until her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep.

It was normally after she drifted off to sleep that he would release himself from her light grip on his arms and softly, gently remove himself from her bed. He'd move out to the living room where he would put on his shoes and jacket and locking her safely in, would let him self out her front door and into the late night chilled air. He would then slip behind the wheel of his big pick up and allow the truck to warm up, already missing the smell of her hair and the warmth of her breath against his arms.

It was those nights that she slept peacefully and completely. She would sleep all night, not waking until after morning light feeling fully rested. Not too long after she would wake, he would come back by, with the normal morning coffee, and they would sit on the couch before he had to slip away again to go to work. And she would go about her day. Yes, those nights and those mornings were the most peaceful for her, the way things should be, if they could not be together all the time, she would settle for those nights. But the nights like tonight, no, these were the nights she hated. It was too quiet, and too cold. There was no warmth in her hair from his breath. There was not security in his arms. She felt cold and exposed and alone. Mostly she felt alone. And that scared her above all else. She had always welcomed the alone time she had. She loved being by herself. Now the fact that she didn't like to be alone, that scared her.

She has started to feel like part of a whole, instead of just whole. What happened when that part wasn't around? Now she felt missing. Something was off, not quite right. She missed the way she felt before when she didn't feel the need to rely on his company, to only feel whole when he was there. What would she do if he never came back? Would she ever be able to sleep normally again? Calm down you fool she thought to herself again. She had to get her emotions in check. He was a friend, nothing more. That was it. She was whole by herself, wasn't she? Had she really been so foolish as to fall for this guy? She hadn't made any promises. She hadn't given him her heart, had she? No, that would have been way too foolish. Yet, she felt some part of her was missing when he wasn't there. So what was this?

11:13 PM