Stork x Tit | Stigma | PG
Light. Yellow. Why is the world yellow? I open my eyes slowly, soft light filtering to me between strands of gold. I let out a quiet moan of exhaustion and try to sit up, but a warm weight holds me down. That's when I notice he's sleeping on my chest, curled into a fetal position. Perfect. Beautiful. Mine.
"Stork…" he murmurs softly, opening his mouth to yawn. "Stork…?"
He can't see. Answer him. "I'm here. I'm awake," I reply, picking him up by the shoulders and gently lifting him off me. I try to imagine what it's like for him. To only feel your body being held, lifted off the bed, set down again. To never know where you were being lifted to. How could he know what was happening? Don't pick him up again.
He smiles at me and opens his eyes. Not like it makes a difference if they're opened or closed now. "Yeah," he says softly, his small hands looking around for the blanket to hold on to. Groping around the bed gently, like a blind man. A blind man who is too fragile for a blind life. "I thought so. Is it morning yet?"
I look out at the window, where sunlight peeks at me through the curtains. The sun is the same color as his golden hair. "Yeah." I stand up off the bed. "It's morning now." I walk over to the hotel window and throw back the curtains. The bright sunlight washes over me, bathing me with warmth that nothing can compare to, nothing but his arms around me.
Tit just smiles from his seat on the bed. His unseeing eyes are nervous, though. I try to get inside his mind again. He must be wondering where I had left to. Would I come back? He doesn't have to worry about that. I will always come back. "Here. Come." I walk back to him and pick up his hand.
Gently his fingers grip around mine and his entire body relaxes. I pull him up off the bed causing his grin to widen. My previous comment to myself forgotten, I lift him up and hug him to me. I dance with him in my arms in the square of sunlight through the window. If only he could see this. If only…
His childish laughter fills the sleepy hotel room as his arms hold me around my neck. He breathes into my shoulder, a soft, warm puff of air. "Stork, are we there? Are we there yet?"
My hold on the boy loosens slightly. As long as you're with me, we're always there. I set him on the floor carefully and slowly. "I don't know," I say as I brush his hair back from his unseeing eyes. I tuck the strands of gold behind his ear. "Does it feel like we're there?"
A moment of silence passes. "It feels like…it feels like there always follows us."