Monday, August 16, 2010

Slumber

Lost somewhere between sleep and waking, she turned toward the weight newly settled on the far side of the bed, reaching out a hand toward the warmth she knew would be there. His mere presence brought with it the security needed for her release into that place of absolute rest and escape. She scooted close, settling into the crrok of an arm that fit her shape perfectly. For hours she had listened for the sound of the garage, the door, the rattle of keys, the whisper of quiet footsteps as he attempted to make no sound. Little did he know that sleep had eluded her as she waited for his return, dozing only to find herself awake again, jarred into the moment by the absence of her other half. Now, with that gentle touch, her eyes closed in total peace as slumber carried her away.

5 comments:

Loree said...

You have really captured the moment well. It is something I can really associate with.

Laurita said...

Ahh, the perfect security of having your loved one near. Lovely.

Bukowski's Basement said...

So very well written. Great stuff, Tess...

Donna Carrick said...

That half-conscious state, where we are aware of feelings more acutely...and then the pieces connect. Perfect.

rielouise said...

Let me in