Post by Nera on Oct 20, 2003 3:42:30 GMT -5
The burner on the stove had been on for 3 hours and the room was beginning to boil up in temperature. She hadn't even noticed the change.
Sunday afternoon in June, Southern California. Over a hundred degrees outside. What did she expect? It was bound to be hot. It wouldn't be California without the heat.
She was curled on the sofa in her underwear. Again. She had been this way all week long. Getting up long enough to get a drink and sometimes a bite to eat. The sweltering heat being too much for even her tiny frame to withstand. She hadn't paid the enough of the electricity to use the A/C. She wasn't in much of a state to do anything.
Her head was always elsewhere. Her thoughts always on something new. He had called her the last time a week ago. Wait! Over a week ago. She sighed as she thought of the sound of his goodbye.
She shifted on the sofa and stared up at the popcorn ceiling. The slow turning of the fan enough to make her stomach do flips.
She thought of the way things had been before. How she would never be found laying naked on the couch before now. How she would never have let a man be the reason she hadn't taken the right medication in two days.
She dreamed about the way the sun had felt when he kissed the back of her neck that first day. When he pulled at her blouse in the park and revealed the tops of her breasts in broad daylight. Kissing them.
The white tank she now wore had been his. He left it behind that first night. The passionate first night. His hands furiously devouring her. Making her body scream with desire for him. The sun coming too soon for their souls.
9 months together, though it seemed like forever. Waking up here on this very couch in his arms was the one thing she enjoyed most next to waking up with him in their bed.
He walked in that morning and pulled her to him. Taking her shirt again from her body. Kissing her breasts again as he had done the first time. His brown eyes watching her mouth as she whispered his name.
Kissing her lips and stripping her bare. He took her to the bedroom. They made love for the rest of the day. Limbs and skin. Flesh and Sweat. Arms and mouths and heat. She fell asleep in his embrace as always.
When the phone rang at midnight she was still drousy. Still in the post coital bliss of the night. His captain's voice came over the line. She heard the words but not the sounds.
It's been a little over a week since he called to kiss her goodnight.
And this space in the sofa is the only place she wants to be.
Sunday afternoon in June, Southern California. Over a hundred degrees outside. What did she expect? It was bound to be hot. It wouldn't be California without the heat.
She was curled on the sofa in her underwear. Again. She had been this way all week long. Getting up long enough to get a drink and sometimes a bite to eat. The sweltering heat being too much for even her tiny frame to withstand. She hadn't paid the enough of the electricity to use the A/C. She wasn't in much of a state to do anything.
Her head was always elsewhere. Her thoughts always on something new. He had called her the last time a week ago. Wait! Over a week ago. She sighed as she thought of the sound of his goodbye.
She shifted on the sofa and stared up at the popcorn ceiling. The slow turning of the fan enough to make her stomach do flips.
She thought of the way things had been before. How she would never be found laying naked on the couch before now. How she would never have let a man be the reason she hadn't taken the right medication in two days.
She dreamed about the way the sun had felt when he kissed the back of her neck that first day. When he pulled at her blouse in the park and revealed the tops of her breasts in broad daylight. Kissing them.
The white tank she now wore had been his. He left it behind that first night. The passionate first night. His hands furiously devouring her. Making her body scream with desire for him. The sun coming too soon for their souls.
9 months together, though it seemed like forever. Waking up here on this very couch in his arms was the one thing she enjoyed most next to waking up with him in their bed.
He walked in that morning and pulled her to him. Taking her shirt again from her body. Kissing her breasts again as he had done the first time. His brown eyes watching her mouth as she whispered his name.
Kissing her lips and stripping her bare. He took her to the bedroom. They made love for the rest of the day. Limbs and skin. Flesh and Sweat. Arms and mouths and heat. She fell asleep in his embrace as always.
When the phone rang at midnight she was still drousy. Still in the post coital bliss of the night. His captain's voice came over the line. She heard the words but not the sounds.
It's been a little over a week since he called to kiss her goodnight.
And this space in the sofa is the only place she wants to be.