Information age of hysteria.....
I've had this...and much more sitting....growing stagnant.....and Charlie told me if I didn't post it, give her some validation....that she would end me. So I'm listening....because Charlie can be a scary bitch sometimes. Maybe if it's on here....I will start writing her again. ♥
I wake with a start. I'm drenched in sweat and shaking. A night time breeze blows through the open window, raising goosebumps along my arms. I shrug down in the bed and squeeze my eyes tightly shut. I count to ten in my head a dozen times but the shivers racking my body are not subsiding. I sigh and throw the covers back. I pad softly down the dark hall and into the next room. I hesitate at the slightly opened door and place a shaking hand on the door jam. I gather the last reserves of strength I have and push the door open. Mouse is curled on her side with a mountain of pillows surrounding her. In the soft light coming in from the window, I see her crack on eyelid open as the door creaks. She arches a single eyebrow but pushes the pillows in front of her out of the way and holds up the blanket so I can slip in front of her in the warm bed. I feel the shaking fade as Mouse drapes an arm casually over me, letting her head rest gently on my shoulder.
"Amsterdam....hear they have pot bars." she murmurs our old childhood game in my ear. I can feel more than see her smirk. She settles back into the bed, arm still wrapped tightly around my waist. I softly trace the small shamrock tattoo she has on the inside of her slender wrist.
I chuckle, "Yeah? You see that on the Discovery Channel or something?" I whisper in the darkness.
"Nah, saw some retards arguing about it on the news. Your turn."
"I'd wanna move to.....Scotland....." I whisper, grinning splitting my face from one side to the other.
"You always say that. So predictable." She gives a slight chuckle and a quiet sigh. I feel her tighten her grip around me and leans to place a gentle kiss on my shoulder blade. She doesn't have to ask me what woke me, she knows. She doesn't have to push me to talk about it, she knows it won't help. She gives what she expects to get back from me, love and an understanding of the way things are. She is my weakness and my strength and I am hers. It's always been her and I, I think it will always be.
"Night Charlie."
"Night Mouse." I let my eyes fall shut, thoughts focused on Mouse's gentle breathing on my shoulder. I drift off to sleep peacefully nestled in the only place I feel safe, maybe ever in my life.
I wake with a start. I'm drenched in sweat and shaking. A night time breeze blows through the open window, raising goosebumps along my arms. I shrug down in the bed and squeeze my eyes tightly shut. I count to ten in my head a dozen times but the shivers racking my body are not subsiding. I sigh and throw the covers back. I pad softly down the dark hall and into the next room. I hesitate at the slightly opened door and place a shaking hand on the door jam. I gather the last reserves of strength I have and push the door open. Mouse is curled on her side with a mountain of pillows surrounding her. In the soft light coming in from the window, I see her crack on eyelid open as the door creaks. She arches a single eyebrow but pushes the pillows in front of her out of the way and holds up the blanket so I can slip in front of her in the warm bed. I feel the shaking fade as Mouse drapes an arm casually over me, letting her head rest gently on my shoulder.
"Amsterdam....hear they have pot bars." she murmurs our old childhood game in my ear. I can feel more than see her smirk. She settles back into the bed, arm still wrapped tightly around my waist. I softly trace the small shamrock tattoo she has on the inside of her slender wrist.
I chuckle, "Yeah? You see that on the Discovery Channel or something?" I whisper in the darkness.
"Nah, saw some retards arguing about it on the news. Your turn."
"I'd wanna move to.....Scotland....." I whisper, grinning splitting my face from one side to the other.
"You always say that. So predictable." She gives a slight chuckle and a quiet sigh. I feel her tighten her grip around me and leans to place a gentle kiss on my shoulder blade. She doesn't have to ask me what woke me, she knows. She doesn't have to push me to talk about it, she knows it won't help. She gives what she expects to get back from me, love and an understanding of the way things are. She is my weakness and my strength and I am hers. It's always been her and I, I think it will always be.
"Night Charlie."
"Night Mouse." I let my eyes fall shut, thoughts focused on Mouse's gentle breathing on my shoulder. I drift off to sleep peacefully nestled in the only place I feel safe, maybe ever in my life.