| Between waking Sometimes it feels that the low thumping noise proves overwhelming and threatens to block our the stars from the midnight sky and blanket the world in an inescapably empty embrace. She stares unseeing through the long sunlit hours waiting, wondering if something will ever block that sound from her ears. At night when the daylight noises retire and with the moon arises a new class of creatures, the noise threatens to drown her in its waves as sleep remains untouchably at bay. Struggling with herself, she twists and turns in her bed, wishing for that noise to end and let her drift peacefully into the world of slumber. So many restless sighs and pain soaked glances with nothing there to keep her gaze. No one steps forward from the shadows to chase away her thoughts. Those which plague her seemingly unending, slowly driving her to the brink of insanity only to lapse back in silence for a few moments scattered sporadically in the night. Those few seconds of reprieve ease her battered mind and make her heart ache at the loneliness they implie. Kneeling alone on her bed, head arched back, lips parted in silent prayer, she longs for the touch of her wolf to take her away to a place where the deafening noise can no longer touch her. In the midst of her prayer his hand lightly rasps down her throat and fingers splay across her collar bone whispering across her skin like a breeze upon the sea. Head thrown back in surrender to that touch, she bares her throat to the hungry wolf who laps at her pulse point and scatters kisses along her jaw. Just as she feels his lips gracing the corner of her mouth, she falls back, his arms no longer supporting her. Opening her eyes, she is greeting by the black of night and an empty room. Silently standing, she crosses to the door and opens it, leaning against the doorframe heavily as she stares up longingly at the moon. She leaves the night behind and sinks back into her bed. But even as she closes her eyes in a resolve to enter into the world of dreams, a breeze seems to stir through the room, genlty carassing her skin. Just as quick as it entered, the wind dies down and she wonders for a moment if it had been real or all in her mind as she drifted between the worlds of reality and dreams. |
| Background called Nostalgia, by UnlimitedBreath @Deviant Art.com |