Friday, March 16, 2012

In the naked light

Sunrise finally came at 6:18 a.m.

Its soft rays slowly crept along the bedroom floor and up the beige-colored walls. Sabrina extended her right arm in a vain attempt to block the light from enveloping the darkened corner where she sat. But the dawn of the new day seemed determined to cast out all shadows and eventually she dropped her hand and succumbed to the building swell of its warmth.

Morning had officially arrived. So had the moment she had been dreading all night.
“It’s time for me to go,” she said to him. But Sabrina didn’t move.

Instead, she took one last long look at him as he lay there on the bed. She tried to memorize the stubble on his chin and the way his hair fell just above his eyes. His nakedness aroused a familiar desire deep within her, but she forced it back down. Sex wasn’t the answer.
Not anymore.

“It’s not your fault, you know. This time, it was all me.” She turned away from him and stared at the empty bottle of Scotch lying sideways on the dresser.
It was an early birthday present --- at least that’s what she had told him last night after he opened the door and saw her standing there in her low cut blouse and tight jeans.  Then she gave him a long, deep kiss and said she was an early birthday present too.

In between talking about everything and nothing, they took turns swilling the expensive Scotch straight from the bottle. But as the alcohol flowed, so did Sabrina’s tears and she begged him – actually begged him – to be hers again.
The desperation and shame of it all now revolted her and she gagged.

The wave of nausea eventually passed and she rested her head in her hands. Her eyelids grew heavy. She knew she needed to go home and crawl into her own bed. She needed to sleep for days and forget that she had ever come back here.
“I was doing OK,” Sabrina began again. “I was perfectly fine. But then I read that stupid book and…who knew a love story about a Scottish laird enamored with an American teacher would stir up those feelings again.”

He still had feelings for her too. He told her last night that he always would. So she started kissing him through her tears and within minutes they were naked, touching each other in familiar places and making each other moan like only they knew how to.
It was always so easy to go back. The sex made them forget the problems they had before. For awhile, things would be good, maybe even better than the last time, until old fights became new ones and someone walked out the door all over again.

The realization of what they had been doing to each other for the past two years hit Sabrina in the middle of the night like a rush of ice cold water. So rather than sleep, she left the bed and sat up to wait for the morning.
“I want you to know this is it. I know I’ve said that before, but I mean it this time,” she explained. “Love shouldn’t be this hard. We’re just forcing it because it’s easier than moving on.”

The room was bright now with the morning sun. Sabrina wondered why things always looked so different in the daytime. Maybe it was because darkness brought fear of the unknown, while light brought the promise of a new beginning.
“I hope you find the happiness you deserve. I hope I do too.”

Sabrina stood up and walked over to the bed where Scot still slept. She bent down and kissed him softly on the lips.
He stirred a little, but didn’t open his eyes. She left the note she had been writing on the pillow next to him and whispered goodbye.

                                                          - THE END -
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 **This work of original fiction is owned and copyrighted by the author**

6 comments:

  1. Nicely done ... again! And it's very good to gain inspiration for more!

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    1. Thank you! Yes it is -- I feel really good about what I've done so far and that definitely inspires me too!

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  2. Love it, Annette. I've been racking my brain for words and came across two that I liked. They are sardonic and dubious! I'm looking forward to next Fridays work.

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  3. So when are you making this a book that I won't be able to put down? Loved it!

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