Mar
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Written by:
michaela renee
3/11/2010 10:42 AM
I didn't get home from work until after 8pm, I was exhausted, more tired than I've been in weeks. Like the rest of the world I'd gotten the flu that's been going around, and it had done me in. As I started to change into something more comfortable I decided to leave on my bright orange tank and beige sweater but swap out my work slacks for a pair of flannel pjs. I slipped on my purple fuzzy Steve Madden slippers and scooted back towards the living room.
The fire in the wood stove next to me started making the hissing noise it makes when there's water in the wood, and then the came the crackle, the one that guarantees warmth. I took another sip of my Ghost Pines Cabernet and let the buttery oak flavor hit the tip of my tongue. As I swallowed, the zesty tannins caught my nose. I propped my feet up on the couch and let my head rest against the sage pillow. I closed my eyes and immediately fell into that space of half consciousness, where your vision becomes blurred, but you're well aware of the sounds around you. The nippy air brushed my eyelashes while the heat from the fire grazed the edges of my skin.
It wasn't long before my breath became deep and I fell completely into a dream state. Suddenly, the sounds of him bustling around the kitchen jarred me slightly awake. As his footsteps made contact with the mahogany wood floor he hesitated nearby. I willed my tired eyes to open, but they would not.
Aware of his presence, I finally awoke, the way you do when you still want to sleep, but you're afraid you're missing something fun in the other room.
His eyes were lingering on my every feature. I was still too asleep to do anything about it, so I just stared back. The look on his face was seared into my soul. He looked at me as though I was a precious angel that had fallen from the sky and landed in his living room. I hoped my eyes said what my heart felt.
So many times we get busy, we hustle around back and forth doing errands, processing our daily requirements and handling the grueling chores of life. We always manage to sneak in a hug or a kiss, or a back rub or an "I love you" but rarely do we slow down enough to catch those unspoken moments of adoration.
He didn't have to say a word, he didn't even have to extend his touch, for every adjective in our relationship to find it's place in a space between us: love, passion, affection, tenderness, fondness, devotion, ardor, friendship.
As I soundly slept this morning he approached my side of the bed, kissed me goodbye and said, "I love you." With my eyes still closed I felt him and I heard him, but I only saw that look in his eyes from the night before, my body felt warm, my heart felt safe and right then I could have slept forever.
Copyright ©2010 Michaela Renee
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Re: Unspoken Moments
That was beautiful and very heartfelt. I can say I honestly know just what you mean. Very well written
By Annette on
3/11/2010 3:07 PM
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