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Gently, the World Fades

Gently, the World Fades

A Story by poetic-raven2012

Gently, the World Fades

 

Soft golden light folds down from the ceiling, enveloping you in gentle, muted colors. Tanned skin doubles its pigment under the glow, making you appear darker and more mysterious than usual. You stare off to my left, paying attention to nothing particular; I watch your eyes subtly darken as you become engrossed in a thought.

 

A strand of long, wispy dirty blonde hair slips over your shoulder; your brow slightly wrinkles as you raise a golden arm and brush it back over your shoulder, and it comes to rest with its sister strands on an oversized black hoodie that casts shadows across a matching black band logo shirt.

 

Your foot begins to gently rock against the ground in a rhythm only known to you, until you begin to lip words, and my mouth curls into an automatic little smile as I recognize the lyrics. It’s the quiet, silent times like this that define our friendship as able to blossom into so much more " not every space must be filled with a word,  nor every instant with a movement.
           

 You gracefully roll your weight onto your feet by arching your back, carefully navigating around my art supplies littering the floor, finally coming to rest beside me atop a blue-flowered sheet on a narrow twin bed. Five blankets pushed into the corner serve as our pillow and covers; I shift until my back is against the cold, mural-covered wall --assuring that you won’t fall off the mattress and onto the grey carpet below. 
           

 Your curl up facing me, our four legs all intertwined. Blazing hazel eyes meet striking yet impossibly demure green ones, measuring if the latter can be trusted. Your hazel eyes close and rosy lips are pulled into a natural, serene smile. I lay my head on half of a cylinder-shaped crimson plushy pillow, and you take the other half, our foreheads nearly brushing. I focus on staying statue-still until your breathing grows deep. All the time memorizing the innocent expression on your tanned face that is so different from the waking version of you.

 

In a flurry of sleep-jerks and frenzied movements, you seek something to hold on to, and seize my arm as your prize, pulling us even closer. I relax into the new position, smiling to think of the face you will make when you wake to find me so close and mixed with you. I curl closer to you, sharing your almost unnatural warmth; I drink in breath after breath of air soaked with the smell that is indescribable, but incomparably you. I close my own eyes, and smile, thinking of who is laying next to me…and then I too am asleep.

© 2010 poetic-raven2012


Author's Note

poetic-raven2012
I was having one of those days where everything seems to stylize itself in front of you. So, a week and a half later, in Baltimore, snowed in with 3ft of snow on the ground, I wrote it. :]
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Jo
Beautiful piece, that absolutely lulls you into a sense of serenity, honest. You've created a perfect image for the reader and just such a serene moment aside from most of the rushed moments in life. I especially loved the line: "not every space must be filled with a word, nor every instant with a movement". How true that really is, and I really wish more people stood by it, that we don't always need to fill a silence, we don't always need to be moving to finish the next thing, looking for the next opportunity, filling that "awkward silence". Embrace it! Honest, honest, honest, I can't find the words to tell you how much I love that line, and the tone and elements you've set into this.
One word: Beautiful.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Just reading this made me relaxed, haha, it's a really calm and serene piece, I love it! You've got a beautiful writing style!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

beautiful. lovely and sentimental. excellent piece.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I curl closer to you, sharing your almost unnatural warmth; I drink in breath after breath of air soaked with the smell that is indescribable, but incomparably you. -- I love these lines, because, yes, the smell of a woman is all her own - each unique, each wonderful in it's own way....yum!

Great write!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Jo
Beautiful piece, that absolutely lulls you into a sense of serenity, honest. You've created a perfect image for the reader and just such a serene moment aside from most of the rushed moments in life. I especially loved the line: "not every space must be filled with a word, nor every instant with a movement". How true that really is, and I really wish more people stood by it, that we don't always need to fill a silence, we don't always need to be moving to finish the next thing, looking for the next opportunity, filling that "awkward silence". Embrace it! Honest, honest, honest, I can't find the words to tell you how much I love that line, and the tone and elements you've set into this.
One word: Beautiful.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

1. I remember you telling me about this.
2. You mentioned the pillow I bought you last year for you birthday/Christmas present.
3. You said "golden" twice s yeah... :-)
All of those threee factors mean that that was a really good story. ilynlt

Posted 14 Years Ago



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