I sat for a few minutes more, puzzling. Surely he didn’t love me? It was improbable,
impossible, yet to some extent true. I loved him too, I realized with a start,
but only as a friend. He was a companion to me, someone to share secrets with. That
was all. But I realized for him there was something more.
Had I imagined how his cheeks darkened
slightly when he turned? Was it simply a trick of my mind? Or had, as impossible
as his monochromatic form made it, had he bushed? I wondered and thought until
I realized how cold I was.
I dived under the covers and desperately
tried to keep warm. Still, the chill did not leave my fingers for several
minutes. I slowly closed my eyes as a wild herd of questions cased themselves around
and around my head. I welcomed sleep, because it would bring peace, for a few
hours at least. In the morning it would all return, and I would have to face
it.
Now there were only the black
claws of sleep to drag me down.
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