A slight scent of chlorine and dying flowers was all he could feel, unless he bent over the sleeping woman's chest to inhale t
A slight scent of chlorine and dying flowers was all he could feel, unless he bent over the sleeping woman's chest to inhale the fragrance that aroused from her body. Clean and fresh sheets and a bitter hint of some medicament, the comatose patient smelt more and more like a flower pot or a doctor's suitcase everyday.
"Hello, Sleeping Beauty…" he said with his soft, chanting voice has he bent over her pale cheek to stroke it with a kiss. After so many years of daily visits, the hospital staff had grown accustomed to William's presence, and year after year, they end up to leave him alone with Miss Kate Scott for the whole time of his visit, for the majority of them. That was when William started to feel oddly nostalgic.
As he lightly pressed his lips on the woman forehead, his hand run down to caress her blonde hair, her pale neck, her soft skin – a skin that had been hardly touched by anything - down to her breast which motion was hardly perceptible, and unfastened the creamy lace that hid the same chaste lingerie she used to wear back then, when she was just a novice.
With the most delicate voice, he started to talk to her, as usual, of the past: how life taste, felt and smell when she was still capable of perceiving it, and how would have been if he had just realized in time what he had now regretfully discovered, until his voice turned hoarse and broke by the increasing depth of his breath and he could whisper no more…
He hadn't reach any conclusion so far of how much Kate was really able to feel through her sleeping skin, because she always acted around him as she was totally oblivious, even if there had been times in which she seemed to flush accordingly to some subtle hints he nonchalantly drop in their conversations, references to the bedtime tales he had told her while he was stroking her in her enchanted sleep.
"the only solution.." William thought to himself as he picked up his coat from the bed side table be "...is to keep the experiment running."
He smiled, but only with his mouth. His eyes stayed bitter and rainy, because the professor perfectly knew that there wasn't any real solution to find, and that no experiment on earth allowed the researcher to turn back time.