Post by Jen on Feb 11, 2012 20:03:00 GMT -5
Dream
I opened my eyes for no reason. I just felt like the thing to do. When I opened them, I gazed across the bed, at the sleeping face just inches from my own. His eyes were closed and his brow was slightly furrowed. I could see the round globes of his eyes darting back and fourth beneath the delicate folds of skin that covered them. I wished I could see what kind of dreams he was having. He moaned and shifted for a moment before setting himself back into a more peaceful sleep.
I rose from the bed carefully so as not to wake him. How could I disturb such a beautiful rest? I walked to the bathroom and shut the door softly. As i ran the water for my shower, I thought again of the beautiful creature that lay sleeping in my bed. How had he gotten there? I didn’t know. It seemed that I knew nothing until I had opened my eyes. There was nothing for me to know. It all began with this, I had never known anything before I opened my eyes and saw his face next to mine. I wish that were true.
I finished my short shower and wrapped myself up in my bathrobe. I was cold. I wanted to feel warm again, like I had when I was lying next to him, watching his sleeping face. I left the room and stepped slowly across the floor to the bed. I stood there, silently, admiring him from where I stood . The gentle rise and fall of his chest as he slept on, oblivious to my loving gaze; the hand he held tucked to his cheek, such an innocent and childlike gesture that I felt a rising lump of pity for him. I stood for many long minutes watching him sleep, shamelessly stealing these moments to keep and hide away for as long as I could. I had the feeling I would never see him this way again, so small and innocent, almost like a child.
He shifted again; a small whimper escaped from his throat as he dream stuck a tender nerve. I saw his eyelids flutter, but they didn’t open. He was having a bad dream. I couldn’t imagine what he was seeing in his mind's eye. I didn’t want to.
I circled around the foot of the bed until I stood directly over his sleeping form. From here. I couldn’t see his face; only his dark black hair. As I watched, he whimpered again, and curled into a fetal position. His hand that lay beside his face became a weak fist as he fought his dream-battle with his inner demons.
I knelt down beside the bed and rested a hand on his shoulder. I trailed a loving finger behind his ear. A sigh came from him as my touch helped him win his struggle. His dream left him as quickly as it had come, and he settled back to true sleep once more. For now his dreams gave him some peace. But they would return. Just as I knew they always had. And always would.
I rose to my feet and let the bathrobe fall to the floor. I crawled back into bed beside him. I pulled the sheets up over my cold body and felt the heat from him envelope me in a comforting shroud. I gazed back into his sleeping face, watched his chest rise and fall, and watched the slight rhythm of his pulse beating in his throat. I watched him stir, and his breathing changed pace as he woke. He cracked his eyes open and looked into mine. My heart lurched as his deep blue regard pierced my soul. I felt as though he could see into me. A small smile touches his face as he looked at me from those beautiful windows. I returned it. I'm okay, he said in a small whispered version of his voice. I'm okay. I'm... okay.
I smiled again and reached out to him, to let my hand trail down the side of his face. He smiled sleepily and closed his eyes again. He turned his face into my caress and settled into the pillow. I watched him fall asleep, and that warm feeling flowed over me again.
Then I woke up...
I opened my eyes for no reason. I just felt like the thing to do. When I opened them, I gazed across the bed, at the sleeping face just inches from my own. His eyes were closed and his brow was slightly furrowed. I could see the round globes of his eyes darting back and fourth beneath the delicate folds of skin that covered them. I wished I could see what kind of dreams he was having. He moaned and shifted for a moment before setting himself back into a more peaceful sleep.
I rose from the bed carefully so as not to wake him. How could I disturb such a beautiful rest? I walked to the bathroom and shut the door softly. As i ran the water for my shower, I thought again of the beautiful creature that lay sleeping in my bed. How had he gotten there? I didn’t know. It seemed that I knew nothing until I had opened my eyes. There was nothing for me to know. It all began with this, I had never known anything before I opened my eyes and saw his face next to mine. I wish that were true.
I finished my short shower and wrapped myself up in my bathrobe. I was cold. I wanted to feel warm again, like I had when I was lying next to him, watching his sleeping face. I left the room and stepped slowly across the floor to the bed. I stood there, silently, admiring him from where I stood . The gentle rise and fall of his chest as he slept on, oblivious to my loving gaze; the hand he held tucked to his cheek, such an innocent and childlike gesture that I felt a rising lump of pity for him. I stood for many long minutes watching him sleep, shamelessly stealing these moments to keep and hide away for as long as I could. I had the feeling I would never see him this way again, so small and innocent, almost like a child.
He shifted again; a small whimper escaped from his throat as he dream stuck a tender nerve. I saw his eyelids flutter, but they didn’t open. He was having a bad dream. I couldn’t imagine what he was seeing in his mind's eye. I didn’t want to.
I circled around the foot of the bed until I stood directly over his sleeping form. From here. I couldn’t see his face; only his dark black hair. As I watched, he whimpered again, and curled into a fetal position. His hand that lay beside his face became a weak fist as he fought his dream-battle with his inner demons.
I knelt down beside the bed and rested a hand on his shoulder. I trailed a loving finger behind his ear. A sigh came from him as my touch helped him win his struggle. His dream left him as quickly as it had come, and he settled back to true sleep once more. For now his dreams gave him some peace. But they would return. Just as I knew they always had. And always would.
I rose to my feet and let the bathrobe fall to the floor. I crawled back into bed beside him. I pulled the sheets up over my cold body and felt the heat from him envelope me in a comforting shroud. I gazed back into his sleeping face, watched his chest rise and fall, and watched the slight rhythm of his pulse beating in his throat. I watched him stir, and his breathing changed pace as he woke. He cracked his eyes open and looked into mine. My heart lurched as his deep blue regard pierced my soul. I felt as though he could see into me. A small smile touches his face as he looked at me from those beautiful windows. I returned it. I'm okay, he said in a small whispered version of his voice. I'm okay. I'm... okay.
I smiled again and reached out to him, to let my hand trail down the side of his face. He smiled sleepily and closed his eyes again. He turned his face into my caress and settled into the pillow. I watched him fall asleep, and that warm feeling flowed over me again.
Then I woke up...