emmel
2009-09-19 13:24:05 UTC
OK, this is the third Aya number one, I think. At least the third I
posted. Hopefully that one will give me the right angle to write what I
want to write.
Anyway, I'd appreciate any comments. Actually, I'd primarily
appreciate comments on the content rather than my typos... (I hope there
aren't too many in there to make it unreadable.) I need to know if that
works out, or if I'm heading into the totally wrong direction.
*****
One should think that all wound heal with time, but some never seem
to. Not really. Not the big ones. Not the ones in your soul. And so
I'm still having nights like this once in a while, even after all
those years. Restless nights. Nights where I'd wake up after an hour
or two and just can't ease my mind back into sleep. Nights where my
thoughts just keep running in circles, always returning to the one
thing I want to never remember. And even though I have slept only
maybe five hours those last two days, I know I won't find any rest
before dusk.
Next to me, I can hear and feel Kay breathing slowly and
deeply, my little cousin, her chest rising and sinking with the
peaceful rhythm of a world without pain. It's almost enviable. When
she's having a bad night, she just slips into my bed, snuggles up to
me and in a matter of seconds she will be fast asleep. Still, better
this way than the other way round. A good night's rest is the least
she deserves, after all she has been through. Being just a baby back
then never made it easier on her, just harder.
Poor, little brave Kay. So infinitely stronger than me in so
many ways. And yet she picks me as her role model. What was she only
thinking? Anyway, she's grounded for the next two weeks. If nothing
else, it will keep her out of trouble, but that's the end of the
story. Let's start at the beginning.
--
emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net>
(Don't forget to remove the ** bit)
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posted. Hopefully that one will give me the right angle to write what I
want to write.
Anyway, I'd appreciate any comments. Actually, I'd primarily
appreciate comments on the content rather than my typos... (I hope there
aren't too many in there to make it unreadable.) I need to know if that
works out, or if I'm heading into the totally wrong direction.
*****
One should think that all wound heal with time, but some never seem
to. Not really. Not the big ones. Not the ones in your soul. And so
I'm still having nights like this once in a while, even after all
those years. Restless nights. Nights where I'd wake up after an hour
or two and just can't ease my mind back into sleep. Nights where my
thoughts just keep running in circles, always returning to the one
thing I want to never remember. And even though I have slept only
maybe five hours those last two days, I know I won't find any rest
before dusk.
Next to me, I can hear and feel Kay breathing slowly and
deeply, my little cousin, her chest rising and sinking with the
peaceful rhythm of a world without pain. It's almost enviable. When
she's having a bad night, she just slips into my bed, snuggles up to
me and in a matter of seconds she will be fast asleep. Still, better
this way than the other way round. A good night's rest is the least
she deserves, after all she has been through. Being just a baby back
then never made it easier on her, just harder.
Poor, little brave Kay. So infinitely stronger than me in so
many ways. And yet she picks me as her role model. What was she only
thinking? Anyway, she's grounded for the next two weeks. If nothing
else, it will keep her out of trouble, but that's the end of the
story. Let's start at the beginning.
--
emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net>
(Don't forget to remove the ** bit)
story archives available at http://ranira.wordpress.com
Official AGC feedback maniac
Proud owner of 1 (one) DISOBEDIENCE point.
Former owner of 1 (one) eating point (eaten, sigh).