July 17
Dear Diary,
Wow! Where do I begin? Last night was amazing! I still can't believe what happened. So after I turned out my lights and crawled into my warm, cozy bed, ready for the silent darkness of the night to soothe me into a relaxing sleep –wow, listen to me- my door creaked open. At first I didn't bother with it, figured it was just Frank coming in for a midnight snack, but it was, in fact, the handyman. He looked over at me, thought I was asleep. He came over to me and smelled me! He actually smelled me! Lightly smelled my hair then turned to leave. Just as he was about to walk through the door, I did something I never thought I would do. I asked him not to go. I said "don't go." He stopped and stood there in the doorway for a second, then, without turning, casually said "I knew you were awake." With that said he turned, and walked back over to my bed. I invited him in under the warm blanket, he was glad to accept.
He entered me in a way Frank never has before. Lying there in the heat of the passion, panting side-by-side, he muttered something I, at first, couldn't understand. But as I thought about it, I realized what he had said. "I love you." Caught in the moment, I said it back.
For the time he was in my room last night, it was as if no one else existed. Just he and I. There was no secluded Magenta. No life-draining Frank. No runaway Rocky. Never was. Just us two, just us two.
He soon left, after our brief "conversation." It was longer than Frank ever stayed. I thought a lot when he left. About him. About me. About me and him. And also about Frank and Magenta, and what kind of tortuous things they'd do to us, if they were to ever find out. Then I stopped, just completely stopped thinking. I laid there in bed...motionless...thoughtless...lifeless for more than an hour before I fell asleep.
Wow! Where do I begin? Last night was amazing! I still can't believe what happened. So after I turned out my lights and crawled into my warm, cozy bed, ready for the silent darkness of the night to soothe me into a relaxing sleep –wow, listen to me- my door creaked open. At first I didn't bother with it, figured it was just Frank coming in for a midnight snack, but it was, in fact, the handyman. He looked over at me, thought I was asleep. He came over to me and smelled me! He actually smelled me! Lightly smelled my hair then turned to leave. Just as he was about to walk through the door, I did something I never thought I would do. I asked him not to go. I said "don't go." He stopped and stood there in the doorway for a second, then, without turning, casually said "I knew you were awake." With that said he turned, and walked back over to my bed. I invited him in under the warm blanket, he was glad to accept.
He entered me in a way Frank never has before. Lying there in the heat of the passion, panting side-by-side, he muttered something I, at first, couldn't understand. But as I thought about it, I realized what he had said. "I love you." Caught in the moment, I said it back.
For the time he was in my room last night, it was as if no one else existed. Just he and I. There was no secluded Magenta. No life-draining Frank. No runaway Rocky. Never was. Just us two, just us two.
He soon left, after our brief "conversation." It was longer than Frank ever stayed. I thought a lot when he left. About him. About me. About me and him. And also about Frank and Magenta, and what kind of tortuous things they'd do to us, if they were to ever find out. Then I stopped, just completely stopped thinking. I laid there in bed...motionless...thoughtless...lifeless for more than an hour before I fell asleep.