kitaria

Still awake, in bed alone. I smell the fresh sheets, feel the coolness hug my bare body as I lay on my back, and reach out for my comforting glass of Baileys.

I don't think, just sip from the glass. Smooth and creamy, upon my lips, my tongue, it glides down my throat. I wait for this cold sweetness to flow through my blood, to give me the warmth of what should have been the warmth from the touch of his flesh pressed against mine. His kiss upon my forehead, my cheek, my neck. His hands trail along my back... I take another sip. A whisper in my ear of his love for me, I whisper in response. Whisper to his lingering prescence and feel the warmth of his words coarse through my veins. Cuddling the teddy he gave me for our first valentines, I smell his fragrance, and drift off to a place where I can be with him again.

Golden rays filter through the window. Wincing, as i open my eyes to the blinding morning light, I know there will be a beautiful sky today, yet I also know that this warmth deceives me, for the coldness will bite into my skin, the way this emptiness bites into my heart.

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Hollow hearted, and want only his love to invade my emptiness

lisajane

I really like this. It's very short and simple, but I don't think it needs anymore to it. It tells quite a story in so few words.

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'Beauty stands and waits with gravity to start her death-defying leap. And he, a little charleychaplin man, who may or may not catch her fair eternal form spreadeagled in the empty air of existence.' - Laurence Felinghetti, 'The Acrobat'

Rebecca

Very sad, I love the use of the Bailey's. It's the perfect nonmushy comfort food for the story.