Thursday, March 10, 2011

Sunday Morning Present

Sunday morning came quickly for the man lying down to sleep. Of course sleep had been creeping over his aching body for quite some time now. The work which required his assistance seemed almost painless now in the breaking light dawning onto the bed where his sweetest desire lie in peaceful dreams of golden slumbers. The soft skin seemed to perfectly cover her loving soul. her lips curling into a smile made his bones ache with a longing that might have been unbearable when all of a sudden a soft voice came into the back of his mind. He avoided what the voice was saying which could only obliterate the emotions fogging his reason.

"She loves me."  He tried to convince himself.

      He turned away and began to rise up out of the bed. The blanket which caught his naked body, tickled his leg hairs. He stretched off the ache of his body from the wild ride of the night and began to look for a bath towel. Mid-search he heard a muffled sweet morning groan. The kind that makes you think of such delightful thoughts of someone wanting you and not having to say it. The man felt a smile creep upon him. A rare gift for this man. A sweet sincere sadness followed.

      He knew deep down that what happened last night was an empty promise. something that would haunt him for years to come. He turned on the hot water. Empty. He turned on cold water. Empty. He stepped into the chamber of pouring warm water and his tears were joined.

"How could I not know she never wanted anything more than just some short lived company."

      He stood there in all his pain and false hope. Naked and alone. He took up the bar of soap and began to wash. He began to wash off his grief. Began to wash off his misery. Began to wash off his pain. And washed away all sense of wanting. And within that moment of time, he was more free than ever before.

      He stepped out of the shower and was drying himself when the pain came back and fear flooded his whole being. he walked over to the side of the bed and looked down at the unopened package and he looked at the woman. She was smiling and opened her eyes, Saw the man's expression.

"No! Don't tell me I'm infected."

The End

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