The moment, depending one ones state of mind, could have been labeled gloomy or surreal.
Was I too tired to even speak or was I too relaxed in her company to want to break the sweet embrace of silence by speaking. With her around, I was breathing, and choking too thinking how long I have been away. Less then 18 hours, my mind told me.
We have been together for years now, and shared closeness to the level that transcends a lot of barriers, yet I haven’t felt the warmth of her embrace, stronger and more comforting then I did at that very moment, 3 ft away from her. I wasn’t even looking towards her, I did not need to. But I knew she was there trying to bring me back and that was all I needed to know. I shifted a little at my place, and looked at her hands.
Looking at them I felt that I could take on the world and come out victorious, just to hold those hands again.
I started to relive the sensation of her touch, whether it was her warm embrace, they way she cuddled up to me, or just the way she ruffled my hair. Her hand was now resting on my arm with her fingers touching the inside of my wrist.
"When are they going to let you go back home with us?", she asked. But I was so captured in the stillness and dreaminess of the moment that even though I heard her clearly and I wanted to reply, my voice failed me.
I leaned against my back, and threw back my head. She held my hand in both her's, and didn’t say any thing. Her eyes were still glued to her book. My eyes open, but looking through everything, even her.
I felt so sorted out and neat at that time. I tightened my grip on her hand, removing her fingers from my wrist since it had started to burn under the bandages.
I was cross that soon the drug would kick in and put me to sleep, Would she still be around when i wake up.
if only didnt have such doubts , i would not have been here in the first place.
Was I too tired to even speak or was I too relaxed in her company to want to break the sweet embrace of silence by speaking. With her around, I was breathing, and choking too thinking how long I have been away. Less then 18 hours, my mind told me.
We have been together for years now, and shared closeness to the level that transcends a lot of barriers, yet I haven’t felt the warmth of her embrace, stronger and more comforting then I did at that very moment, 3 ft away from her. I wasn’t even looking towards her, I did not need to. But I knew she was there trying to bring me back and that was all I needed to know. I shifted a little at my place, and looked at her hands.
Looking at them I felt that I could take on the world and come out victorious, just to hold those hands again.
I started to relive the sensation of her touch, whether it was her warm embrace, they way she cuddled up to me, or just the way she ruffled my hair. Her hand was now resting on my arm with her fingers touching the inside of my wrist.
"When are they going to let you go back home with us?", she asked. But I was so captured in the stillness and dreaminess of the moment that even though I heard her clearly and I wanted to reply, my voice failed me.
I leaned against my back, and threw back my head. She held my hand in both her's, and didn’t say any thing. Her eyes were still glued to her book. My eyes open, but looking through everything, even her.
I felt so sorted out and neat at that time. I tightened my grip on her hand, removing her fingers from my wrist since it had started to burn under the bandages.
I was cross that soon the drug would kick in and put me to sleep, Would she still be around when i wake up.
if only didnt have such doubts , i would not have been here in the first place.
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