ghost_roads Fred
I woke up shaking, sweaty and scared. I'd been dreaming, but I couldn't be exactly sure what it was that I'd dreamed. The only feeling I could remember from the dream was extreme loss. And maybe that was how I knew that I'd been dreaming about Charles and much I missed him. A few stray tears slipped down my face and I didn't do anything to them. I left there where they were and just sighed, staring at the ceiling. I was glad to be back...to be alive again, but part of me wished Cordelia hadn't saved me. Because I could still be in that dark place, with no pain and no fear and no sadness gripping my heart.
I sat up and rubbed my arms lightly. I needed to get up, start the day. I needed to move around so I didn't just lay in bed all day long like a sad, pitiful lump. I tossed the blanket and sheet away from me and headed into the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror and watched as two more tears drifted down my face. "You can't do that all day long, Burkle. People will think you went soft in the head while you were dead." I wiped my cheeks and sighed as I stepped into the shower. Half an hour later, I was out of the shower, clothed and blow drying my hair. I finished my hair, applied the tiniest bit of make-up to my reddened face and headed into the living room.
Cordelia was sitting at my breakfast table with a cup of coffee and a plate filled with toast. I poured myself a cup of coffee, creamed and sugared it and then sat across from her. I took one of the pieces of toast and chewed its dryness quietly. I swallowed it down with a sip of the java and then looked at Cordy, "So, what are our plans for today?" I hope she didn't have anything like saving the world planned for today, I wasn't sure I was up to it. I looked at Cordelia's face and realized how sad she looked. I reached across the table and gently squeezed her hand, "Cordy...what's wrong?"
I sat up and rubbed my arms lightly. I needed to get up, start the day. I needed to move around so I didn't just lay in bed all day long like a sad, pitiful lump. I tossed the blanket and sheet away from me and headed into the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror and watched as two more tears drifted down my face. "You can't do that all day long, Burkle. People will think you went soft in the head while you were dead." I wiped my cheeks and sighed as I stepped into the shower. Half an hour later, I was out of the shower, clothed and blow drying my hair. I finished my hair, applied the tiniest bit of make-up to my reddened face and headed into the living room.
Cordelia was sitting at my breakfast table with a cup of coffee and a plate filled with toast. I poured myself a cup of coffee, creamed and sugared it and then sat across from her. I took one of the pieces of toast and chewed its dryness quietly. I swallowed it down with a sip of the java and then looked at Cordy, "So, what are our plans for today?" I hope she didn't have anything like saving the world planned for today, I wasn't sure I was up to it. I looked at Cordelia's face and realized how sad she looked. I reached across the table and gently squeezed her hand, "Cordy...what's wrong?"