Title: Delusional

Rating: PG - 13

POV: Diana

Summary: Often, I sit in a chair and stare at the tiled floor, lost within my own insanity and chatter.

A/N: Read & Review, kiddies.

When the night rolls in and the shadows cast themselves across each wall of our "suburban" home, I find myself blindly following my scraping fingers into the kitchen. Often, I sit in a chair and stare at the tiled floor, lost within my own insanity and chatter. The floor is cold beneath my feet, the table smooth beneath my curling hands. I like the feeling, the sting and the stability. I tilt my head, staring across the floor to find lines of moonlight. Instead, I find shadows creeping across the walls, the expected fear crawling into my stomach, churning it and freezing my bones into place. I imagine the darkness lingering over me, suffocating me.

Dan steps into the kitchen, squinting through the darkness to find my hunching silhouette and crouches beside me at the sight of wetness on my cheeks. His hand is warm and soothing against the shiver of my body. I pull away, a twitch of fear and an unhealthy habit. He stands, holding out his hand to lead me safely back to bed for the last few hours left of night but I don't take it.

I never take it.

Normally, Dan chooses to go back to bed and forget the encounter ever happened but, tonight, he sits across from me and stares into the blackness. I play with the hem of my robe, he taps his fingers quietly against the edge of the table.

The sun comes up, and slowly the kitchen is filled with light. His face, so sad and beautiful, stares at me with a hopefulness that I have never seen before. We stand together, crossing the tiled floor to only remain a few inches apart. There is something new about the situation, something neither of us will ever understand. I look up, allow his hand to touch my face and his lips to brush across mine. For the first time in months, I feel my heart flutter at the uncertain touches. I gasp at his strong hands, the security Dan has and always will have amazes me in this moment.

I've never given him much credit.

We part from a kiss that feels like our first time. My eyes are closed tight and the warmth from my face leaves.

I open my eyes to see Dan, standing above me in the darkness, holding out a hand to lead me safely to bed for the remaining few hours of night. I decline.

He leaves.

Sometimes, in the darkness, I like to get lost in my insanity.