maryellen

The environment is modestly temperate as she lies in bed. Pressing her naked body against that of her boyfriend. He's sound asleep. His arm rest limply around her body. She wants him to be awake. Grasping his arm to her chest, matching their breathing patterns. With a deep sigh the tears begin to roll down her face. Dissatisfaction, preoccupation, racing heart and a mind that runs like a free animal. She wishes and yearns for him to wake. Maybe this is when she'll say it all. Spark the conversation that use to be so free. She kisses his hand while lying to herself, believing that this will cause him to wake and ask what is wrong. It's a funny thing, she wants to talk now but never when it comes down to it. It's so much easier to cry in the dark with his limp arm around her. Slowly he rolls over in his sleep no longer facing her even. How did it come to this? Where did their connection go?


She cringes and runs her fingers through her blond her. Pulling the sheet a little tighter around her as she takes another long drag off of her cigarette. She can barely grasp the present why can't she forget the past? Ashing into a near by empty bottle of Vodka she sighs again. Looking over her shoulder she notices the man next to her is moving in his sleep. A small smile creeps onto her lips as she asks herself how she could ever pine over one. She finishes off the last of her cigarette rubbing the butt into a liquid she believes is stale water. Who really knows she lives in a pit, representative of her failed ambitions. She climbs on top of the man in her bed, pressing his wrists into the bed and kissing his lips. This is a momentary distraction
MaryEllen