She walked out into the night, snow clinging to her hair, with ambition. Determined to escape to another world. The tedious tasks of a single mother were not exciting in the way she wanted them to be and longed for entertainment to draw her attention away. The solitude that awaited her would be a gamble. Contemplating canceling for another night, she deleted the words and felt torn. There was always the risk that she would feel love but, not in return. Eventually, she gathered, it would work itself out if she didn't focus too much on it. Spending the trip in silence, radio thwarted by the weather, she occasionally sang to herself or raised her eyebrows at her own thoughts. Reaching her destination, the crunch of snow under her boots broke the otherwise silent parking lot. The eerie yellow lighting made the edges of accumulating precipitation seem orange. Looking to the sky, she breathed in deep and sighed. The sensation of grogginess had been nipping at her all day. She wanted to feel awake but, would settle for alive. Feeling as though her tasks had been completed, not avoided, she walked on. As always, she took a deep breath and glanced at the numbers, being reminded of her apartment on Lemon Street as a teenager. She knocked, nervously, never sure if she should come right in, since it was never fully stated. He would come right into her house usually but, she assumed it was because she told him to feel comfortable doing so. Never knowing whether he felt the same way, she looked down at the stained blue carpet in the hallway. It took a moment to decipher the low mumble from inside as words or a command. She let out her breath and turned the doorknob, wrapping her hand around the spot that was missing paint.
The familiarity was always there, although sometimes his things were moved to new locations. His apartment smelled of a pleasing mix of clean laundry, fragrance, and him. She scanned the room, eyes searching his demeanor. He was relaxed, laying down, not looking to get up. His greetings were always welcoming but, more so when he was content. Peeling off damp layers, she confidently strode to him and laid on him, rather than waiting to be invited. Suddenly self conscious, she realized she was out of breath from the daunting stairwell. He kissed her without pause and wrapped an arm around her back. She laid her head on his shoulder, tickling his face with her hair in the process. She smiled as he sought out a show to watch as they laid in each other's arms. She closed her eyes within a few minutes, enjoying the peace and comfort. She thought perhaps she would fall asleep this way shortly, when he spoke softly but, still deep and rough. They shared amicable conversation, laughing together. There always came a point where she lay in wait, wondering if she would be bold or he would feel comfortable reaching out. She thought about his hand sliding down her hip, subtly suggesting something more. Within moments, he found the curve of her backside gently with his hand. Her eyebrow raised, wondering how often she could think of things he would do. Would the power of her mind speak to him from now on, if she let it be clear?
It wasn't long before they abandoned everything but a left sock for various corners of his apartment. The snow fell outside for hours while they both took turns drifting in and out of sleep. It was never an issue to slip into a deep, dream filled slumber for her but, he often had trouble, which woke her occasionally. Several times that night she awoke, her arm around him, spooning him from behind, to hear him fitfully fighting a nightmare. She gently squeezed him and put her heart on his bare back, soothing him while he slept. The bright red numbers of his alarm clock searing into her large pupils. Blinking a few times, she turned over, hoping his sleep would take him for the night and she could get a few hours of solid REM sleep before the morning. She thought about having his arms around her moments before he followed suit. Wondering what kind of magic she could be made of while he brushed his fingers around hers under the pillow. She slept until morning that way, feeling the warmth of his body at her back. Several hours later, she found the blankets pulled back where he had been laying. She closed her eyes and fell back asleep, unsure if he was coming back. An hour later she came to, sitting up and rubbing her tired eyes. Though the curtains were still drawn, light from the living room crept on the beige carpet by the door. She found him laying on the couch, much how he had been the night before, with his eyes closed. She admired his sweet features for only a few moments before his eyes opened, startled by her presence. He otherwise didn't move, trying to bring his conscious to focus. They smiled at each other and he spoke pleasantries, as always. Teasing her for something, she let her feet take her to the couch, laying on him once more. Arms around each other, warm and sweet, they drifted back to sleep.
The familiarity was always there, although sometimes his things were moved to new locations. His apartment smelled of a pleasing mix of clean laundry, fragrance, and him. She scanned the room, eyes searching his demeanor. He was relaxed, laying down, not looking to get up. His greetings were always welcoming but, more so when he was content. Peeling off damp layers, she confidently strode to him and laid on him, rather than waiting to be invited. Suddenly self conscious, she realized she was out of breath from the daunting stairwell. He kissed her without pause and wrapped an arm around her back. She laid her head on his shoulder, tickling his face with her hair in the process. She smiled as he sought out a show to watch as they laid in each other's arms. She closed her eyes within a few minutes, enjoying the peace and comfort. She thought perhaps she would fall asleep this way shortly, when he spoke softly but, still deep and rough. They shared amicable conversation, laughing together. There always came a point where she lay in wait, wondering if she would be bold or he would feel comfortable reaching out. She thought about his hand sliding down her hip, subtly suggesting something more. Within moments, he found the curve of her backside gently with his hand. Her eyebrow raised, wondering how often she could think of things he would do. Would the power of her mind speak to him from now on, if she let it be clear?
It wasn't long before they abandoned everything but a left sock for various corners of his apartment. The snow fell outside for hours while they both took turns drifting in and out of sleep. It was never an issue to slip into a deep, dream filled slumber for her but, he often had trouble, which woke her occasionally. Several times that night she awoke, her arm around him, spooning him from behind, to hear him fitfully fighting a nightmare. She gently squeezed him and put her heart on his bare back, soothing him while he slept. The bright red numbers of his alarm clock searing into her large pupils. Blinking a few times, she turned over, hoping his sleep would take him for the night and she could get a few hours of solid REM sleep before the morning. She thought about having his arms around her moments before he followed suit. Wondering what kind of magic she could be made of while he brushed his fingers around hers under the pillow. She slept until morning that way, feeling the warmth of his body at her back. Several hours later, she found the blankets pulled back where he had been laying. She closed her eyes and fell back asleep, unsure if he was coming back. An hour later she came to, sitting up and rubbing her tired eyes. Though the curtains were still drawn, light from the living room crept on the beige carpet by the door. She found him laying on the couch, much how he had been the night before, with his eyes closed. She admired his sweet features for only a few moments before his eyes opened, startled by her presence. He otherwise didn't move, trying to bring his conscious to focus. They smiled at each other and he spoke pleasantries, as always. Teasing her for something, she let her feet take her to the couch, laying on him once more. Arms around each other, warm and sweet, they drifted back to sleep.
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