Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Sinking

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

The smell of fresh coffee is wafting through the apartment, and she can hear the staccato rhythm of the keyboard as he types. The sun, which fought its way against the leaden sky, passes through the window blinds and permeates the room with brightness that astonishes. She hums softly to herself, not wanting to disturb that morning’s tranquil serenity. This man, this moment, this feeling - there’s nothing more I could ask for, she thinks.  She sits close to him and with her head on his shoulder glances briefly at the monitor then gives him a peck on the cheek and leaves him to his work. As she turns to go, he catches her hand and tries to stop her. I’ll be done soon, he tells her with a distracted smile.  And so she waits, but only for a while; because moments later she had him all to herself.

Fearing that they may never be another moment as that, she feels her heart cave down against her chest. Though struggling hard against its pull, she is sinking into the dark depths once again.
 
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