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Bedtime Stories
Marie Allen
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The full moon cased its silver glow upon the landscape. The pond in the back reflected the moon. To many, it was the protector of life. To the two lovers, it was a vision of beauty.
They laid together, tightly embraced. Her head laid upon his naked breast as his arm was wrapped around her. They both looked out the bay window, looking up at the moon. Neither shared words, but they didn't need to. Their presence with each other was enough.
Unconsciously, he began to gently caress her shoulder. As he did so, his gaze fell on her and a smile tugged at his lips. She was so beautiful laying there with the sun playing in her hair... He leaned down and lightly kissed the top of her head. At the sudden attention, she turned to him and smiled. "Hey..."
Smiling again, he wrapped his other arm around her and hugged her to him, liking the way that her breasts pressed against him. He kissed the top of her head again before kissing her lightly. "Hey." He smiled again and kissed the tip of her nose.
She grinned. Although it was something that people would usually do to their children, she liked it when he did that. It brought a sense of relaxation and certain type of love affection that she would always treasure. She grinned again and kissed his cheek, moving closer to him, smiling. She folded her arms and gently rested them on his chest, laying her chin on them, as his arms wrapped loosely around her. "I love you."
He smiled and kissed her lightly. "Love you too." He retuned the kiss she gave him and wrapped his arms slightly tighter around her. After a short while of little pecks here and deeper ones there, she pulled back and kissed his cheek. Pulling back, she grinned. He smiled back, slightly confused that she was looking at him, but on his face. "What...?"
Smiling, she lightly touched a small, but noticeable, mark near his eye and cheekbone. "It really is cute, you know..." He chuckled softly, looking at her with gentle amusement.
"Yeah? Why's that?"
"Oh...I don't know..." She grinned and gently kissed it before kissing him. "It's just cute." She grinned again. He chuckled again and held her slightly tighter, kissing her forehead. After a moment, she grinned at him, snuggling as close to him as she could, wrapping her arm around just above his bare stomach. She had figured out just a few days ago that the spaces around his belly button was his ticklish spots. Sure, he was also on his sides and slightly on his inner thighs, but not nearly as much as his tummy. Just a poke and he would be in a fit of laughter.
She kissed his cheek before she grinned at him again. "When did you get it?"
"The scar?" When she nodded, he chuckled slightly at the memory. "A long time ago. I was five, I think." He shook his head at the memory. "Man, was I a pain..."
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High in the sky, the sun smiled down at the laughing children. Parents sat on blankets and chatted while, unknown to them, ants scouted through their laid out food and covered baskets.
As their mothers talked of them and their fathers talk of the latest baseball score, the children played games of Duck, Duck, Goose, tag, and Red Rover, Red Rover. It was more of the younger children who played the first whereas it were the older ones who played the latter. It was the exact game that our main guy was playing. All day he played with his friends, repeatedly being the goose and the duck. He was proud to say that he had not once been in the mash pot. By the end of the day, the sun peeked over the edge to continue to watch these obviously happy families. This was a sign for the fathers to gather his family and food belongings, pack them in the car, and head for home.
That is, all families but one.
This family had been happy at this gathering; they were surrounded by their friends. However, only two out of the three members were present that day. Daddy was in some state pouring his heart out in his work. It wasn't that his family hated him because he was away, but it was because he had to be away for family events. Or gatherings.
It was Mommy who gathered, to her, her angelic son with their basket and blanket, including his beloved stuffed animal. Although Mommy protested to bringing him to this public places, she obliged. It wasn't the fact that she thought it wrong seeing a boy caring an animal, but because of her fear that it would be lost or stolen. It was given to him by her father and then from another country. Although many considered this place a country, she thought of it as a world: a world that she thought was the most magical place that there could be...
On the way home, he held tightly onto his best friend. As usual, he looked out the window with his brown, curious eyes wide. Because he was so inquisitive, he would rarely give his parents a chance to answer him before he thought of another question. His parents, especially his mom, would only shake their heads and smile at him, wondering how he would be when he would be older. Would he be a scientist? He seemed interested in the way things were. Or what about a zoologist? He loved animals! But that would come later. For now, he would continue to stay a curious baby.
And what a curious boy he was! Not only would he want to know what soap tasted like, what was in that hole in the trunk of the tree, or even what was inside his father's small chest (He opened this by dragging it over to the second story window and pushing it out. During Sesame Street, he had watched Ernie toss things out of his window which preceded the happening of the opening of a treasure chest. Inside were oodles of ancient gold coins and precious gems. This situation, however, with his own father's chest resulted in the fact that he would be grounded for life. Nevertheless, Daddy's steam lessened and he received only a slap on his wrist and a "Don't ever do that again." ). Also, just today, he had wanted to see what the peculiar, small pink bump on his friend's cheek felt like. It hadn't been there earlier, so it surely had to be magic! Once he touched it and touched his face in the mirrored spot he knew that he, too, had been blessed by this magic. It had to be, because it was disguised by the fact that it felt like just any other bump on the skin.
Once home and in bed, he was too anxious to sleep. How could he when something magical was going to happen? Maybe it was a genie living in him that would grant him three wishes like in the fairy tale book! When he finally nodded off, he dreamed of the tree wishes that would soon be his.
Twenty years from now this inquisitive boy would be known as 'The Great One," or "The Brahma Bull." He would even be known as "The greatest man in sports entertainment." But now, he was known to his family simply as...
Bedtime Stories
Marie Allen
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The full moon cased its silver glow upon the landscape. The pond in the back reflected the moon. To many, it was the protector of life. To the two lovers, it was a vision of beauty.
They laid together, tightly embraced. Her head laid upon his naked breast as his arm was wrapped around her. They both looked out the bay window, looking up at the moon. Neither shared words, but they didn't need to. Their presence with each other was enough.
Unconsciously, he began to gently caress her shoulder. As he did so, his gaze fell on her and a smile tugged at his lips. She was so beautiful laying there with the sun playing in her hair... He leaned down and lightly kissed the top of her head. At the sudden attention, she turned to him and smiled. "Hey..."
Smiling again, he wrapped his other arm around her and hugged her to him, liking the way that her breasts pressed against him. He kissed the top of her head again before kissing her lightly. "Hey." He smiled again and kissed the tip of her nose.
She grinned. Although it was something that people would usually do to their children, she liked it when he did that. It brought a sense of relaxation and certain type of love affection that she would always treasure. She grinned again and kissed his cheek, moving closer to him, smiling. She folded her arms and gently rested them on his chest, laying her chin on them, as his arms wrapped loosely around her. "I love you."
He smiled and kissed her lightly. "Love you too." He retuned the kiss she gave him and wrapped his arms slightly tighter around her. After a short while of little pecks here and deeper ones there, she pulled back and kissed his cheek. Pulling back, she grinned. He smiled back, slightly confused that she was looking at him, but on his face. "What...?"
Smiling, she lightly touched a small, but noticeable, mark near his eye and cheekbone. "It really is cute, you know..." He chuckled softly, looking at her with gentle amusement.
"Yeah? Why's that?"
"Oh...I don't know..." She grinned and gently kissed it before kissing him. "It's just cute." She grinned again. He chuckled again and held her slightly tighter, kissing her forehead. After a moment, she grinned at him, snuggling as close to him as she could, wrapping her arm around just above his bare stomach. She had figured out just a few days ago that the spaces around his belly button was his ticklish spots. Sure, he was also on his sides and slightly on his inner thighs, but not nearly as much as his tummy. Just a poke and he would be in a fit of laughter.
She kissed his cheek before she grinned at him again. "When did you get it?"
"The scar?" When she nodded, he chuckled slightly at the memory. "A long time ago. I was five, I think." He shook his head at the memory. "Man, was I a pain..."
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High in the sky, the sun smiled down at the laughing children. Parents sat on blankets and chatted while, unknown to them, ants scouted through their laid out food and covered baskets.
As their mothers talked of them and their fathers talk of the latest baseball score, the children played games of Duck, Duck, Goose, tag, and Red Rover, Red Rover. It was more of the younger children who played the first whereas it were the older ones who played the latter. It was the exact game that our main guy was playing. All day he played with his friends, repeatedly being the goose and the duck. He was proud to say that he had not once been in the mash pot. By the end of the day, the sun peeked over the edge to continue to watch these obviously happy families. This was a sign for the fathers to gather his family and food belongings, pack them in the car, and head for home.
That is, all families but one.
This family had been happy at this gathering; they were surrounded by their friends. However, only two out of the three members were present that day. Daddy was in some state pouring his heart out in his work. It wasn't that his family hated him because he was away, but it was because he had to be away for family events. Or gatherings.
It was Mommy who gathered, to her, her angelic son with their basket and blanket, including his beloved stuffed animal. Although Mommy protested to bringing him to this public places, she obliged. It wasn't the fact that she thought it wrong seeing a boy caring an animal, but because of her fear that it would be lost or stolen. It was given to him by her father and then from another country. Although many considered this place a country, she thought of it as a world: a world that she thought was the most magical place that there could be...
On the way home, he held tightly onto his best friend. As usual, he looked out the window with his brown, curious eyes wide. Because he was so inquisitive, he would rarely give his parents a chance to answer him before he thought of another question. His parents, especially his mom, would only shake their heads and smile at him, wondering how he would be when he would be older. Would he be a scientist? He seemed interested in the way things were. Or what about a zoologist? He loved animals! But that would come later. For now, he would continue to stay a curious baby.
And what a curious boy he was! Not only would he want to know what soap tasted like, what was in that hole in the trunk of the tree, or even what was inside his father's small chest (He opened this by dragging it over to the second story window and pushing it out. During Sesame Street, he had watched Ernie toss things out of his window which preceded the happening of the opening of a treasure chest. Inside were oodles of ancient gold coins and precious gems. This situation, however, with his own father's chest resulted in the fact that he would be grounded for life. Nevertheless, Daddy's steam lessened and he received only a slap on his wrist and a "Don't ever do that again." ). Also, just today, he had wanted to see what the peculiar, small pink bump on his friend's cheek felt like. It hadn't been there earlier, so it surely had to be magic! Once he touched it and touched his face in the mirrored spot he knew that he, too, had been blessed by this magic. It had to be, because it was disguised by the fact that it felt like just any other bump on the skin.
Once home and in bed, he was too anxious to sleep. How could he when something magical was going to happen? Maybe it was a genie living in him that would grant him three wishes like in the fairy tale book! When he finally nodded off, he dreamed of the tree wishes that would soon be his.
Twenty years from now this inquisitive boy would be known as 'The Great One," or "The Brahma Bull." He would even be known as "The greatest man in sports entertainment." But now, he was known to his family simply as...