copyrighted c. 2008 T.A. Chase
Rain pounding on my window pane wakes me from my dreams. I climb from the bed, carefully tucking the blankets back around you. My toes curl from the cold floor as I move to the window and curl up on the seat to stare out of the water-streaked glass. The cool drafts sneaking in from around the window dance upon my chilled skin. I snag a blanket from a chair and wrap myself in it, watching the lightning dance along the sky. In the flash of each bolt, I see a figure standing on a hill. With each crack as the night becomes as bright as day, the person’s face becomes clearer to me.
Handsome beyond imagining, his black eyes swirl like the abyss he stands above. His dark hair dances upon the storm exploding around him. He wants me and my spirit calls to him. I rest my hand against the smooth glass and he raises his hand in response. A cruel smile races across his face and I shiver, knowing this stranger on the hill could own all of me if I venture outside during the storm.
“Love,” you call from the bed. “The storm wake you?”
I turn to flash a smile in your direction. “Yes. You know I can’t sleep during them.”
You sit up, letting the blankets pool around your waist, giving my eyes a broad chest to devour. Holding your hand out to me, you plead, “Come back to bed, love. You’ll get chilled sitting by the window.”
I can never refuse you, so I stand, leaving the blanket to rest on the seat I vacate. Drifting closer to you, I’m called one last time to look out the window. In a flash of white heavenly light, I see him standing there still and waiting. I hesitate, caught between the man on the hill and you in my bed.
“Love.” Your voice is low and insistent, ordering me back to your arms without words.
I slide under the blankets and snuggle against your warm body. You surround me with warmth and solidness. I let you anchor me to this room and our bed. Yet even while I fall under your spell once more, I hear his voice echoing in my head like thunder.
“Soon, my heart. Soon you’ll come back to me.”
In the quietness of my soul, I know those words are true. Soon the storm will grow too strong and I’ll break free of the magic you have cast to keep me with you. I’ll leave this house, returning to the chaos you captured me from and the arms of the man who owns me for eternity.
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