It must have been almost 4 am when I got to his apartment. It had been a long night at work. I opened the sliding door as quietly as I could. The lights were off. I knew he was probably already asleep.
I crept into his bedroom, and there he was, all sprawled out on the bed diagonally, in his underwear, with the covers spread awkwardly across him. I couldn't help but smile. He looks like a little boy when he sleeps.
I got undressed and crawled into bed next to him. He barely stirred. I leaned over and whispered his name. He didn't move. So I kissed his cheek and rolled over to go to sleep. I was still smiling.
About a half hour later, he woke up. Confused and disoriented as people do when they're woken from a deep sleep.
"What's wrong?" I asked him, concern coloring my voice.
"My head is killing me." He said.
"Do you want some Advil?? I have some in my purse."
"Do you have any water?"
"Yes. There's some right here." I gestured to the night stand as I dug through my purse for my travel pack of Advil.
After he took the pills, he laid back down, face up, staring at the ceiling.
Poor baby, I thought.
I rolled onto my side to face him and began running my fingers through his hair. He sighed and closed his eyes.
I continued to rub his head for almost 15 minutes, lightly tugging his hair, just the way he likes. Finally his breathing evened out; deep and calm.
But I kept running my ringers through his hair, gazing at him and thinking...
I thought he was asleep, but I guess he was still half awake because then he said,
"Why do you do it?"
His voice was barely a whisper, and heavy with sleep.
I smiled.
"Because I love you."
It was the first time I'd said it to him.
He rolled over and wrapped me in his embrace, so tight and warm. And I fell asleep feeling like nothing could ever go wrong again.
8 comments:
Hold on a sec....Does this mean what i think it does or have you eben practicing your fiction again?
No, it's not what you think. And actually, nothing I have written in this blog has been fiction. These little blurbs that I write every once in a while are moments in my life that stand out. Moments that I can remember as clearly as if they were yesterday. And sometimes I reminisce about them, so I write them down.
awww... thats so cute! dont worry peyton- you will have that again some day soon!
~a*
ohhhh. Well that makes them even better! You're an excellent writer.
wow you really are an excellent writer. i really do wish you all the best in your life.
BTW, i thought of a question! a bunch of posts ago, you offered to answer... Sooo.. what happened to the little quotes that you used to put at the end of each post? i love your blog, and if you post more often w/o the quotes, then i'm all for that. Oh, another question, what was the best birthday present you ever got? :)
So the ones from a few months ago were things that really happened? You are a good writer girl. You should think about writing an actual story. You wouldn't believe how much therapy is in writing.
Yes, all those random blurbs I wrote a while back were things that actually took place in my life. Monumental moments mostly.
And to answer your question, Anonymous, I stopped putting the Demetri quotes not for any particular reason... Just because it's extra work and I'm lazy I guess. Lol. And as for the best bday present, I'll have to get back to you on that...
Oh peyton, I know exactly how you feel, I'm going through the same break-up pain. Everyone tells me to get over it, and that I was too good for him bla bla bla... but I MISS HIM!! how do you get over that, I wish I knew, but reading your blog makes me feel better. I did exactly the same thing you did, I went online, and my first date was soooooo awkward. I guess they say time heals all wounds, so I'm waiting for that to kick in. I hope that you meet someone wonderful, and you stop missing Daniel. It will happen :)
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