She pictures herself twirling Maura's hair; her finger going through with the motion but her eyes are seeing that it is all just in her imagination.
She just keeps trying to twirl Maura's hair.
She tells herself that each try, each moment, something for certain will happen.
She just keeps twirling Maura's hair; feeding herself delusions. Might as well, she does not eat.
The Sun is rising.
She sees that the sunlight is streaming in.
Through the curtains, through the blinds, rays of sunlight are about to touch Maura's eyes.
Maura frowns a little; the light is upon Maura's eyes.
She tries to block it with her hand; the key word here is 'try'; she tries.
Maura's nose cringes a little. Maura bemoans a little. Maura does not like the light.
She smiles with sadness in her eyes.
She lowers her lips onto Maura's; she misses waking Maura up with kisses.
She rolls over to Maura's side.
She tries. She will use her body to shield Maura from the sunlight. She will try. She wants Maura to sleep; in sleep, there is some semblance of peace.
Maura's forehead doesn't crease.
Maura's eyes flutter open. Lost and searching.
She is right there, looking; waiting, and hoping. Nope, Maura doesn't see.
Her throat is a little hoarse from singing, from wishing, but she still tells Maura that, It's a lovely morning my beautiful Maura, my beautiful Dorothea. Good morning.
Maura doesn't smile, Maura doesn't turn.
There's not a hint of her words reaching Maura's ears.
Maura is just looking at the ceiling.
She thinks that maybe Maura is still dreaming. That maybe this too is all just a bad dream. Wake Rizzoli, wake. She tells herself because she really wants to be Maura's Clementine again; not comatose, not stuck in between.
It occurs to her then, how she had taken morning greetings for granted; so common place, so simple and yet, so wonderful.
She is not bitter that Maura does not hear her; she is hurting inside that Maura does not know that she still has her, that she is still right here. She wants to tell Maura that tomorrow is here, that the Sun is shining and maybe, to just hope with me Maura, maybe, today it'll be better.
She lies back with Maura.
The both of them lying on their backs, as they look at the ceiling covered with stars; her and Maura, together, looking at the ceiling of stars.
A/N: Hi there, thank you, for the time~
