The DRUNK drabble
To remind myself to never, ever, attempt to write while inhebriated again, I post this.
Love was a heartbeat, a rhythm. Love was a dance, a smooth motion of hips swaying just so, of hair flowing down a slender back as a face raised itself to the heavens, blind to see the stars through closed lids, yet still somehow bathing in its majestic beauty. Love was a motion dictated by instinct, born in a soul that had always been seeking it. Love was simply life and lovemaking the sustenance of it.
These were things she had yet to know, had yet to experience. She had been in a place, a moment, suspended between being a girl and a woman, between youthful cowardice towards the unknown and the courage that age brought to take or simply accept what one wanted. Hampered down by her own fears, her own inflexibility towards anything but her perceived expectations of herself as a girl, or woman, she was always just out of love's reach.
The opportunity for love was there, but she wasn't ready for it. Yet sometimes life got tired of you waiting to be prepared for it, sometimes life, and love, simply happened. No warning, no time to plan and asses, no time to do anything but react and feel.
That was how love found Brooke in the end, unexpectedly and before she was ready for it. Somehow though, with Sam's warmth settling into her own skin as she held her and brown eyes looking at her with no fear and hesitation, only love, she found courage to accept it.
She would find time to thank Jane and her Dad, to thank Harrison and even Nicole, thank all the people that had unwittingly steered Sam into her life, her heart, but first she was intent on thanking the girl herself for loving her back.
She would eventually discover all that love was comprised of, all that sustained it, and the thought did not scare her, because she knew that she'd discover it with Sam. Yet for that night simply slanting her mouth against Sam's and afterwards whispering a soft thank you into it was enough.
I like that I use at least semi big words when I'm smashed though, I just wish all the words had made more sense when strung together. Anyway, more vodka I say!
Love was a heartbeat, a rhythm. Love was a dance, a smooth motion of hips swaying just so, of hair flowing down a slender back as a face raised itself to the heavens, blind to see the stars through closed lids, yet still somehow bathing in its majestic beauty. Love was a motion dictated by instinct, born in a soul that had always been seeking it. Love was simply life and lovemaking the sustenance of it.
These were things she had yet to know, had yet to experience. She had been in a place, a moment, suspended between being a girl and a woman, between youthful cowardice towards the unknown and the courage that age brought to take or simply accept what one wanted. Hampered down by her own fears, her own inflexibility towards anything but her perceived expectations of herself as a girl, or woman, she was always just out of love's reach.
The opportunity for love was there, but she wasn't ready for it. Yet sometimes life got tired of you waiting to be prepared for it, sometimes life, and love, simply happened. No warning, no time to plan and asses, no time to do anything but react and feel.
That was how love found Brooke in the end, unexpectedly and before she was ready for it. Somehow though, with Sam's warmth settling into her own skin as she held her and brown eyes looking at her with no fear and hesitation, only love, she found courage to accept it.
She would find time to thank Jane and her Dad, to thank Harrison and even Nicole, thank all the people that had unwittingly steered Sam into her life, her heart, but first she was intent on thanking the girl herself for loving her back.
She would eventually discover all that love was comprised of, all that sustained it, and the thought did not scare her, because she knew that she'd discover it with Sam. Yet for that night simply slanting her mouth against Sam's and afterwards whispering a soft thank you into it was enough.
I like that I use at least semi big words when I'm smashed though, I just wish all the words had made more sense when strung together. Anyway, more vodka I say!