Without a soul, my spirit sleeping somewhere cold.......
(Thursday Morning)
(Follow Me Boy)
Sunlight streaming through the window brings me back to consciousness. I open my eyes slowly, waiting for the wave of pain to hit, but it's ebbed to a shadow of a dull ache. Nothing that will kill me or keep me in bed. Wanda's curled alongside me sleeping, still clothed from the night before. Even in sleep her expression looks worried, and dark circles mar the skin under her eyes. I wonder how long she stood vigil over me before she dropped?
I stretch, and wince as several things pop from being moved after hours of stagnation. Suddenly feel like I'm going on eighty instead of thirty-seven. Wanda stirs and wakes as I move, and resumes fretting over me. I just chuckle and pull her close in a hug, telling her "Yes, I'm fine" and "No, it doesn't matter what happened". I'll save that story for another day. We lay there for a few minutes, and I am so grateful that she found me and was there for me......
but it's not her arms I need right now. That realization hurts a little. Wanda's my passion and my fire....
but I need calm waters and serenity.
An hour later I'm ascending the stairs to the Follow Me Boy. I don't know what Miao decided to do yet, since it's been a week since I last saw her., I know this isn't one of my "approved" days for visitation, but screw it all, I just want to have breakfast with the woman. I'll pay triple the fee if I have to. Lena answer the bell and lets me in, and goes off to summon Miao after I inquire about seeing her. I sit down tiredly in a chair, and wait.
(closed)