Friday, January 2, 2015
“Trance, honey. Wake up.” I said.
You know those times where you watch a movie, and the woman rouses the man from sleep and he wakes up and reverses their positions? Where the woman is flipped sideways on the bed, and she ends up underneath of him?
Yeah, Trance didn't work like that. Instead, he just rolled over and dumped me off on the floor.
My head struck the side of the table as I went, causing me to wince.
I couldn't help the giggling, though, which is what eventually woke him from his dream.
“Viddy?” He asked.
I heard the snick of the light, and then I saw it.
“Oh, My God.” I breathed. “I can see you with half my left eye.”
Trance’s face went from frowning to confused. And then slowly morphed into joy.
I was feeling all of those things, too. Joy, confusion, hope, denial, everything and more.
Suddenly I was hauled up by my armpits to straddle him the way I’d been doing it earlier.
“I can see you from here, over.” I whispered hopefully, starting in the middle of my left eye making a sweeping motion with my hand to the left.
His smile was fucking beautiful.
Out of all the things in the world I’d wanted to see over the years, his smile and face had been near the top of my list.
“You have a cleft chin.” I said, indicating the indention on his chin with my finger.
He smiled, and his dimples popped out. Honest to God dimples.
He also had a row of perfectly shaped, beautiful white teeth.
“God, you really are gorgeous. And your eyes!” I said, leaning closer until I was staring into the left one, taking in the striations and flecks of blue.
His breathing stalled in his chest at my closeness, and when I started to pull away, finally realizing what I was doing, he held me firm, refusing to let me go.
“Trance,” I said hesitantly. “Uhh, I’m sorry for waking you. But you were having a nightmare.”
He nodded. “I have those a lot. What happened right here?” He asked as he rubbed his finger over the mark on my forehead where I’d struck the night table.
“I hit my head on the night table when you rolled over.” I said sheepishly. “I was trying to wake you up. You know in the movies, it never works like that.”
He chuckled, and then leaned forward, placing his warm, wet lips on the mark. “I’m sorry. I’m not really a Prince Charming.”
“That’s okay, I’m not really looking for Prince Charming,” I said.
Leaning closer, I was millimeters away from his lips when the bedroom door crashed open.
“What the fuck, Bro! You were supposed to pick me up at the airport!”
About the Author:
Lani Lynn Vale is a married mother of three living in the greatest state in the world, Texas. She is currently a student pursuing her bachelor's degree in nursing.
When she's not cooking, cleaning, wiping dirty faces free of permanent marker stains, going to school, or running errands, you can find her at her computer lost in her fictional character's world.