A man and a woman lay in eachother's arms facing oneanother while a cold winter storm rages outside the bedroom window. As the man runs his fingers through the woman's hair he whispers to her,"The fireplace needs tending, I think that I should get up". Amidst a long blink, the woman replies,"No, don't leave, stay for just a little while longer". The man releases the embrace and sits up,"We could get cold quite quick if I don't my dear, sorry". The woman,"I understand". After slipping on a soft blue robe, the man goes to the fire with a poker that had been resting near the mantle. While prodding at the fire he asks,"Do you have any more wood in the basement?". "No, what is in there now is the last of it", she answers. The man sighs,"Guess I've got to face the snow now then, huh?". Grinning, the woman says,"I could go". They both chuckle for a moment, and then the man begins to get dressed. As he picks up his boots from beside the bed, the woman grabs his hand and says to him,"Be careful, there are far worse things out now than just the storm". With his other hand the man caresses her face and consoles,"We've been through this before, I'll be fine".
After lacing up his boots, the man walks out of the house and proceeds into town by car. While in town picking up the wood the man becomes nervous due to the throng that formed at stores as a result of the sudden storm. Hurriedly he speeds out of town following the completion of his errand. While approaching a junction in the road the man attempts to slow the vehicle, but finds that his brakes no longer work. His final thoughts turn not to prayer, but rather to anger.
We watch movies all night long, laugh, drink, and play games. These are good times for me. It may not seem like they are, but it really does make my life a little easier to know that we can still do that. It's a routine at times, but one that I truly enjoy. I've got problems expressing how I feel while I'm in the moment, but in those moments I think you can understand. Just take what you're feeling, and make it mine. Though I sleep on that bed that folds out from the couch every visit, it's a small price to pay for your company.
I can't really explain what it is about these visits that makes me feel good, then again, I dont't really care what it's called. All I know now is, I've had this longing for that again. These past couple of weeks haven't been very good at all, and I really need to try and get away from everything that's been going on. You may not feel like your presence means much to those around you, but I would beg to differ.