A parallel story to dancing. Once again, the characters don't belong to me; they just run wild in my head. I take them out every so often for their own entertainment. So read and enjoy, reviews are greatly appreciated.
Special thanks to my muses….
Thoughts of our fights and the harsh words I constantly throw at her are running through my mind. These last few cases have hit me hard and she's done nothing but try to make sure that I've been okay, but what have I done? Thrown her attempts at kindness back in her face. For the longest time we were working on some sort of truce, a kind of friendship and I've been harboring feelings for her that I can't even begin to explain or describe. I lay here in my bed, staring at the ceiling, the sun steadily rising outside my windows. I've got to do something about this, it's driving me crazy and every time something harsh comes out of my mouth, I swear I see the light in her eyes die out a little more.
Gathering my courage into one big burst, I grab my phone and call hers:
'Sidle' I sigh as I hear her voice on the line
'Are you having the same trouble sleeping as I am?'
'Depends, does my covers turning me into a burrito count as trouble sleeping?'
'Sounds familiar. What do you say we stop dancing around this and actually go dancing?'
'Okay'
'Good, get some sleep now, you can pick me up tonight at 7. Don't be late.' Hanging up before she has the chance to change my mind or hers, I smile. I put the phone back before covering back up and slipping off into dreams of her. When I wake I'll deal with the repercussions, for now, I'm just going to smile and dream of her.
Come on hit the little button, it makes my muses feel so much better… and they might just make me write more…