2 AmA Story by BekeThis is just a little bit of something that I've put aside to use in my first novel that I am currently writing.
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 BekeFeatured Review
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7 Reviews Added on June 10, 2009 Last Updated on June 10, 2009 Previous Versions AuthorBekeAustraliaAboutI 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..Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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