In his dreams, in his fantasies, she was a maiden shrouded in the unknown. She walked on the beach leaving her footprints on the wet sand only to be washed away by the waves. He wanted to reach her, touch her, feel her but she was always an arms length away. She glanced at him sideways and he saw a glance of her huge luminous innocent eyes brimming with tears. Her long unruly hair flying around her blocked his vision of her. He started to fidget. He did not like tears in her eyes and wanted to wipe them off. He raised his hand to reach her face when she turned away from him. He woke up feeling clammy and drenched in cold sweat. He looked around him getting used to the surroundings. There she was standing near the window looking out into the star strewn skies. He still could not see her face. The room was dark and lit by moonlight. He observed her silhouette. She was standing with one hand on the wall and the other on the frame resting her head on the wall. Her face, from what he could see, looked serene. He relaxed!
He did not know who she was. He did not know her. Yet he saw her every living moment and wanted her around. He wanted to find her and know her but was afraid. He was afraid, he would never find her. He was afraid, he would lose her to reality. He walked towards the window determined to see her tonight. He held her by her shoulders and turned her towards him. She looked up into his eyes and he was mesmerized. She was unconventionally beautiful to him. In his hands he found her fingers curled up tight. He slowly released them one by one and straightened her palm. Her hands were delicate and small. She was sobbing softly and her chest rose and fell in his arms as he held her. He was anguished! He did not like tears in her eyes. He pulled her small frame close to him and snuggled her in his arms. His embrace must have broken her restrain for she cried inconsolably. He separated her from his embrace and placed a finger under her chin to lift up her head. She tried to say something but all that came out was a dribble of saliva. He slowly walked her to the couch in the room holding her hands and let her lie down. He sat next to her on the floor and brushed her hair as she slowly drifted into a deep sleep sobbing softly.
An hour later, the nurse found the little girl sleeping peacefully in the next room. The patient in that room survived a terrible car-accident two days before in which he lost his wife and his unborn child. He was sleeping on the floor with his head resting on the arm of the couch and his hands in the little girl's hair. They were both deep in sleep fingers entangled and snuggled close as if finding comfort in each other. The nurse quickly left the room wiping her eyes on her sleeves to call the doctor.
signing off
Deb
He did not know who she was. He did not know her. Yet he saw her every living moment and wanted her around. He wanted to find her and know her but was afraid. He was afraid, he would never find her. He was afraid, he would lose her to reality. He walked towards the window determined to see her tonight. He held her by her shoulders and turned her towards him. She looked up into his eyes and he was mesmerized. She was unconventionally beautiful to him. In his hands he found her fingers curled up tight. He slowly released them one by one and straightened her palm. Her hands were delicate and small. She was sobbing softly and her chest rose and fell in his arms as he held her. He was anguished! He did not like tears in her eyes. He pulled her small frame close to him and snuggled her in his arms. His embrace must have broken her restrain for she cried inconsolably. He separated her from his embrace and placed a finger under her chin to lift up her head. She tried to say something but all that came out was a dribble of saliva. He slowly walked her to the couch in the room holding her hands and let her lie down. He sat next to her on the floor and brushed her hair as she slowly drifted into a deep sleep sobbing softly.
An hour later, the nurse found the little girl sleeping peacefully in the next room. The patient in that room survived a terrible car-accident two days before in which he lost his wife and his unborn child. He was sleeping on the floor with his head resting on the arm of the couch and his hands in the little girl's hair. They were both deep in sleep fingers entangled and snuggled close as if finding comfort in each other. The nurse quickly left the room wiping her eyes on her sleeves to call the doctor.
signing off
Deb
