Post by Aquisha on Sept 15, 2008 23:16:08 GMT -5
Hey guys. I don't know where this came from, but it was late at night, a school night, and I just started writing and this is what came out. It doesn't even have a title, just the opening line, that's all. I love this tiny little story and I have no idea where it came from or what will come of it. Maybe it'll be expanded, maybe I'll never look at it again, I don't know, but I do know that it's just what I needed on a boring end to a Monday night. Please enjoy.
He looked down at her.
Her breathing was so even, so effortless that it almost negated the miracle of her very existence. She was just sleeping, completely content and totally carefree...and all he could do was stare at her. He’d never been so enraptured with the idea of sleep before, but suddenly, it was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen. Her eyelids flitting every few moments, the soft sound as she exhaled; it was absolutely riveting. At this point, he was pretty sure that if staying in this moment was the one thing the rest of his life consisted of, he could die happy.
But truly that wasn’t saying much seeing as how Eric had lost all concept of time a few months prior. Life had never moved so slowly and yet so fast at the same time. One morning he’d tell himself that there was plenty of time and the next morning it seemed like he was barely fitting in last minute arrangements. Time had moved on in its steady and surreal way, and now here he was, staring at her.
In between his moments of sheer awe, Eric would think about everything that had led up to this. Really, everything. He thought about waking up on the beach to the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard, about two ocean blue eyes locked on to his in a silent apology, about spinning on a beach with the person who was quickly turning into the personification of his life. He saw their late night conversations and half-finished glasses of wine. He saw their grand parties, but had a very hard time recalling more than just a handful of names and faces. He remembered their laughter, and tears, hurt, and joy. It was this tumultuous collection of vivid memories that were all working towards this one point in time, like cords winding together to make a single string.
And there was the awe again. Overpowering and heavy. A deafening silence that wiped everything else away until there was just her.
He couldn’t have said how long he stayed there or when exactly the wordless tears started, but that didn’t matter. The only thing that did matter, the thing that would last until his time finally did stop, was that he could spend as much of it as he could with this tiny baby girl sleeping in his arms; with his daughter.
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He looked down at her.
Her breathing was so even, so effortless that it almost negated the miracle of her very existence. She was just sleeping, completely content and totally carefree...and all he could do was stare at her. He’d never been so enraptured with the idea of sleep before, but suddenly, it was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen. Her eyelids flitting every few moments, the soft sound as she exhaled; it was absolutely riveting. At this point, he was pretty sure that if staying in this moment was the one thing the rest of his life consisted of, he could die happy.
But truly that wasn’t saying much seeing as how Eric had lost all concept of time a few months prior. Life had never moved so slowly and yet so fast at the same time. One morning he’d tell himself that there was plenty of time and the next morning it seemed like he was barely fitting in last minute arrangements. Time had moved on in its steady and surreal way, and now here he was, staring at her.
In between his moments of sheer awe, Eric would think about everything that had led up to this. Really, everything. He thought about waking up on the beach to the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard, about two ocean blue eyes locked on to his in a silent apology, about spinning on a beach with the person who was quickly turning into the personification of his life. He saw their late night conversations and half-finished glasses of wine. He saw their grand parties, but had a very hard time recalling more than just a handful of names and faces. He remembered their laughter, and tears, hurt, and joy. It was this tumultuous collection of vivid memories that were all working towards this one point in time, like cords winding together to make a single string.
And there was the awe again. Overpowering and heavy. A deafening silence that wiped everything else away until there was just her.
He couldn’t have said how long he stayed there or when exactly the wordless tears started, but that didn’t matter. The only thing that did matter, the thing that would last until his time finally did stop, was that he could spend as much of it as he could with this tiny baby girl sleeping in his arms; with his daughter.
