Closer to Home
04-15-2014, 11:07 AM
She was in a fog, all sensations slow to reach her and even slower to make sense. She floated there for what felt like a life time when a soft pressure finally reached her, a gentle nudging, a whine and then the sensation of a tongue rasping over her. Then a voice, his voice. A part of her stirred, though she remained unmoving. She needed to wake up, see his face again, needed to know that she wasn?t just dreaming. She struggled to try and break her sleep but her body was unresponsive, too tired to do as she pleaded. There was suddenly a warmth at her back and she started to feel herself waking up, all too slowly, all to awkwardly was she being pulled from the fog. His words finally seemed to register and she managed a sputtering laugh. ?I think you?ll do.? She croaked, voice hoarse, throat dry. Slowly she managed to pry her eyes open. Laying on her side the way she was she could just see him when she moved her gaze skyward. Slowly she lifted her head a weak smile breaking across her silver face. ?Hey you.? Of course they would have been brought together when one of them really needed the other. They had always been able to sort of sense the other?s needs and she had no doubt he had felt her collapse. Speech, |
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