Wake With Me
There are a thousand ways to destroy a man, and this, you muse, is but
one of them. To have this piece of a daydream come true, to be able
to pretend - if only for a moment - that waking up to Sydney Bristow
could ever become a regular part of your life. And to know in the next
instant that it's false. That the sweetness of watching her breathe
deeply in and out (such a simple thing) doesn't make your belly throb
and your breath ache in the back of your throat. Maybe if you
concentrate on the curve of her eyebrow or the soft pulse visible in
the hollow of her throat (such a sweet spot), you can forget the mind-
numbing terror of the reason you're both here.
And really, haven't you offered to bargain away much more than your
health for this very opportunity: to see the light come into her eyes
as she wakes to find you lying next to her? To find that deeply
buried longing played out behind fluttering eyelids finds no
contradiction in the bright morning sunlight of reality?
This way lies madness. To want and not to have - that is familiar pain. To have only the illusion? This is fresh suffering. And still you know that you would not NOT choose this newest form of agony...even if it destroys you in the process.
CM May challenge
There are a thousand ways to destroy a man, and this, you muse, is but
one of them. To have this piece of a daydream come true, to be able
to pretend - if only for a moment - that waking up to Sydney Bristow
could ever become a regular part of your life. And to know in the next
instant that it's false. That the sweetness of watching her breathe
deeply in and out (such a simple thing) doesn't make your belly throb
and your breath ache in the back of your throat. Maybe if you
concentrate on the curve of her eyebrow or the soft pulse visible in
the hollow of her throat (such a sweet spot), you can forget the mind-
numbing terror of the reason you're both here.
And really, haven't you offered to bargain away much more than your
health for this very opportunity: to see the light come into her eyes
as she wakes to find you lying next to her? To find that deeply
buried longing played out behind fluttering eyelids finds no
contradiction in the bright morning sunlight of reality?
This way lies madness. To want and not to have - that is familiar pain. To have only the illusion? This is fresh suffering. And still you know that you would not NOT choose this newest form of agony...even if it destroys you in the process.
CM May challenge
