Drabble - Interlude of calm

Apr 27, 2006 10:32

Something a little less intense for a Thursday morning. For you 'cos you're feeling a bit crook today *loves*. And for anyone else who is having a less than perfect day.

Punishment is over at last and equilibrium is restored. He awakes, as always, on the floor, his welts livid against the white of the one blanket he’s allowed. Spring is in the air; the birds are singing. It is very early. He can hear Sir’s gentle breathing and quietly he sits up so he can see. His Sir looks very young when he’s asleep, his arrogance and air of authority hidden beneath his slumbering form.

He would like to reach out and touch the warm face but he is not permitted such liberties, he is not worthy. Yet. So he folds his blanket up and carefully puts it away then gets into position. Hands and knees, forehead to the ground. This is the rule; get into your place on waking.

A hand touches his shoulder; he flinches and looks up. Sir wants him in the bed. He is to get into bed with Sir. The gentle touch brings tears to his eyes as Sir draws him close and kisses his forehead, encouraging him to fall asleep once more.
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