Dark Woman

He was there. He was always there. His presence a constant reminder of the safeness that she had found in him. His arms wrapped around her but not tightly. Just enough for her to know she could break free at any moment without hesitation. His gentleness and warmth set her free of boundaries. They sat and watched the screen on the wall. A projection of a movie they had probably seen before. The movie wasn't important to her. His touch was what she was enjoying the most. Other people in the room around them were lost in the abyss. She was only thinking of the feeling she had when he was holding her. This all quickly unraveled. The movie was gone. The other people. The warm glow. All gone. It was a split second of bliss before she was pulled into this reality. The edge of the couch revealed a mass. A dark shadow that took the form of a woman, screaming. A sad shape that morphed into a goo that swirled before her. She looked on the black smoke without fear. With courage, even. Without a thought, she had reached her hands behind the thing and tucked it into her chest. Allowing the figure to become her. To shape itself inside of her body. To digest and process. She felt oddly calm. The warmth in the room returned. But, she was alone.