2 Am

2 Am

A Story by Beke
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This is just a little bit of something that I've put aside to use in my first novel that I am currently writing.

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2 Am. Just another night; where I find myself awake. So much of me; afraid to fall back asleep. What will happen when I close my eyes and start dreaming? Will I once again awake suddenly, screaming and sweating as a result of another nightmare? Or will I be lucky enough tonight, to dream of peace and love. My room is quiet, and even though the sounds outside has disappeared my mind is racing with thoughts that seem deafening to me. I looked down at David.
Something I'm not yet able to understand is how this beautiful person, this musical soul can have such an impact on my life. It’s not that I've been closed to the idea of falling in love again, (and even though the dreams still exist), It’s the way he has made me, even my in my sleep, feel so much safer and less alone.
He lay there, next to me. The top two buttons of his shirt, undone from turning more towards me. His chest raising and falling with each breath. As I looked at his face, I smiled at the sight of his black fridge that had fallen over his closed eyes.
It was only a few hours earlier I sat in front of him; listening to him playing his beloved guitar, I closed my eyes and let the music fill me in a way I’d never done before. He began to sing. His voice was warm, earthy, like walking from a cold room out into the sunshine. And after listening for a while, I realised that his words where of me.
 
She never knew,
how she could be.
She hardly smiled, and only to herself.
She walks with a crowd,
and still feels alone.
When the rush of the city,
whirls all around her, she takes small steps out into the world,
in protection of herself.
And yet in the darkest of dark dreams, she lets me stand there
with my arms around her

© 2009 Beke


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This is a beautiful story that is starting to unfold. Do I take it right that you feel very alone and maybe for some reason prefer it that way. But David plays such a special part in your life that you alllow him to know things about you that are not revealed to others. He is your protector. I look forward to reading more of your story.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Thanks for some of your ideas. The book in which I am writting, is told through the eyes of my charater Ava. (i think thats the name i'll use) Though there will be some part of the book that is personal to myself (eg: the dreams she has) the majority is imagination. As a mum to 6 month old, there isnt much chance of getting on the lap top to write in during the day, so during a coffee (for example) i might write a few small pages of ideas that I would like to add some where in the book. :)


Posted 15 Years Ago


This is a beautiful story that is starting to unfold. Do I take it right that you feel very alone and maybe for some reason prefer it that way. But David plays such a special part in your life that you alllow him to know things about you that are not revealed to others. He is your protector. I look forward to reading more of your story.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hey welcome to the cafe. A intresting write for a start. I feel that something happened betweeen David singing his song to you and you lying next to him at 2am. Maybe he committed a crime / or he sleepwalks and comitts crimes that he has no recollection of doing. Maybe as the story unfolds you could begin to notice little things like a scratch on his back or mud on hios shoes or a rip in his jeans. and you begin to peace two and two together. But he is always so gentle and loving and nine times out of ten he is at home. Then the dna test on the body in the river is traced to himit is then that the battle to save the man you love really begins. then you recieve a letter from an anomamous woaman claiming to be his mother and she tells you about sleep pattens and the brain works and how it shuts down when we are asleep. And you and this woamn to set out to save David not only from further attacks but more terrifyingly from himself

Hey but never let me tell you how to peice together your story just a few pointers and thoughts
looking forward to reading more.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Thanks every one, like I said up the top, this is just somehting I'll be adding to my book.
Thanks :)

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Posted 15 Years Ago


Its a great start filled with emotion good write I cant wait to see what else you can think up.

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Posted 15 Years Ago


this is a beautiful piece of writing Beke. Very emotive. I was really able to feel what your character was experiencing. It could use a little ironing out of the smaller details but all in all you have some very good framework and I think you are definitely on the right track here. Congratulations, this was a wonderful beginning. Good luck with your follow on!

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Posted 15 Years Ago


A good start i feel it needs some more tho..but right now its beautiful i like the feelings invovled and the way the words flow you are a very good writer and should countinue wth this peace i feel it can involve more perhaps develop into a stroy..its almost pleeding to not fhinsh there

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Posted 15 Years Ago


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I am a 28 year old single mother of a lovely 6 month old boy. I have always been a writer of personal journals, and short stories, (in which sadly many were lost or destroyed). And for a very long t.. more..


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