Sleep (Don’t Touch Me)

The drapes draw a line of light blue across the white ceiling, the gap minimal but evident as the glow of night pours in. His eyes move fast, left to right; a film of sleep has zipped them tightly together. A slow tick sounds as the alarm clock crawls on through a dark phase of REM-sleep, accompanying the movements of dreams inside his cranium.
 
Her auburn hair in the sharp sunlight of that September morning after; that sweet-scented neck he had more than once had the privilege of burying his face in. A hint of a smile appears on his face, rough and tinted, a single dimple on the right cheek. Chilly fingers interlock; whispers in high-alert ears.
 
In his mind, he begins to tread carefully across her body once more with feather-light fingertips, reminiscent of diving beneath warm flannel covers, the hot darkness making each touch louder, strident. The sharp breaths and slow giggles, the electric tug of her body upon his.
 
He retreats to this moment, unaware of his body as it relives every second, awkwardly and carefully turning from one side to the other to see her face, to see that question across her face, that slight shift like the rapid turn of a page. White teeth over dry lips; adorably squinty eyes due to the nightly lack of contact lenses.
 
He awakes to the scent.
 
The ruffled hems of pajama shorts.
 
Dora the Explorer.
 
Daddy.
 
He raises his head, his bearded chin scratching against the flannel-covered tummy, tucked in and away; the pink metallic buttons cold. Sharp breaths, arms wound around Mr. Teddy.
 
He quickly pulls away, setting the covers back as they were. But her eyes are open, terrified, a thick curled strand of her red hair tucked between tightly closed lips.
 
He runs his hands through his hair, and runs to the bathroom.

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6 kommenttia artikkeliin ”Sleep (Don’t Touch Me)

  1. That was an incredibly intense 300 or so words to read, to experience. I was left feeling what I imagine only a fraction of uncomfortable that he must have felt. I felt that your prose was really nicely detailed and ethereal giving this a very dream like quality and a splash of cold water at the end. This line really stood out for me: A hint of a smile appears on his face, rough and tinted, a single dimple on the right cheek.

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