Author: M (Starbuk42@aol.com)
Rating: G
Category: V
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Reminders of an undying presence. (Scully, First Person)
Archive: Gossamer, yes. Anywhere else, ask me first. I'll let you.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Thanks: To Suzanne Schramm for her exceptional insight into my odd style of writing and of course for her wonderful help.
Notes: At end.
My website: http://members.aol.com/Starbuk42/
Enjoy!
Presence by M
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And you may go,
But I know you won't leave...
- Smashing Pumpkins,
"Crestfallen"
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He is always here.
When the wind whispers its soft cries through my hair, I hear him.
When the leaves rustle in the trees, I feel him -- restless and stubborn.
When the ground is sodden from rains, I smell him.
Yes, he is here.
Always here.
Beside me, around me.
He fills my dreams, and his voice echoes in the silence.
The stars look down at me with his loving gaze.
The coarse fabric of the pillow on which I rest my head reminds me of his face -- the stubble scratchy against my cheek.
The heavy blanket that encircles me reminds me of his embrace -- warm, soft, and fulfilling.
And as the darkness surrounds, I am again reminded of Mulder -- the way the night always seemed to comfort him, the way he'd sometimes slip into my bed, but only as the outside reflected pure black.
My eyes became open to all that he is, and I couldn't look away.
In a certain kind of coffee, in a medley of bright colors attached to a tie, in all things pure and simple, I see him.
His essence is all around me.
And the way I think of him might lead some to believe that he were dead.
But no.
Not dead.
If anything, the more I am reminded of him, the more alive he becomes.
I see his eyes brighter and his smile more radiant everyday.
I feel his touch gentler, his lips softer.
Never dead.
No.
In the compassion and tenderness that I feel from him, in the undying love and sympathy -- he is here.
He is always here.
The End
Notes: A line in this piece states that the coarseness of a pillow reminds Scully of Mulder's stubbly face, to summarize. Some of you may find that odd, including you, Sue. (Yes, I'm bringing it up here, rather than in the piece itself.) Well, I didn't see it as odd at first, and this is because I own such a pillow. One with coarse fabric. It's not a big pillow, like one in your bed; it's a pillow on my couch. And it just so happens that I sometimes fall asleep on it. So, that's where that comes from. Just in case you were wondering.