"I can't do to return it as it is…" he said. "I'll keep this for a while longer… You know, I'll clean it up a bit."
Thoughtful gazing onto the white painted ceiling was all I had in mind of at the moment, allowing my strange turn of events be replayed again, and again, and yet… again- it was much of a surreal experience, really. But as I thought and thought, what was surreal anymore? Perhaps I had actually gotten much too used to the surreal life of normality that just one turn of difference in my life could swoon my train of thought. I lean over, and at that point, was even unaware whether or not I was really in thought or that I was simply resting my head to the comforting warmth of my own pillow, in my own space called home.
I stopped wondering whether or not I was and began to drift into of course, a comforting sleep in the comfortable bed on my comfortable bed, in my much too so comfortable space called home.
I had however, have had recollections of my saviour in my dreams that night. I remember finding everything so very strange. The man who's voice was almost as gentle as a mother- not my mother, but feminine enough to convince me that was where I had belong, in that man's arms. I remember his hair, his scent, and the texture of his coat which he had laid on top of me once in the midst of utter madness.
To my surprise, although I had low hopes that fate would ever bound us again, I had the pleasure to fall in love with this man, no matter how painfully so.
Author's Note: I've written this story two years back, and I've returned to write it again- only better of course, haha. It's a short prologue- and I promise to actually update this one, so I'd love it if you'd give a review and compare my improvement from the previous crap. I hope you enjoy this story's idea.
