To Have, And To Hold
I wrap myself in the blanket and fall asleep.
I walk down the pavement and come to a house. The bricks on the wall look like candy. A cat looks out from the window and stares at me. I push open the door and walk in. The cat is nowhere to be seen. I am here for someone. I am here to find something. I walk on and never make a sound. The house is quiet. I no longer hear the whirling wind. The loneliness tastes as light as an ounce of cloud. For some reason, I smile. I know this place. I have been here before. I climb the stairs and take the right turn. And there it stands, the ancient oak closet. Huge, and heavy. Smells like a pine forest. A pair of arms wraps around me. I lean back into the muscular chest. The sweet scent of Bulgari. I hope he remembered to close the doors. I don't want anyone to walk in on us. I am currently with someone else, technically.
He tightens his arms. I let out a sigh. I feel happy. So happy. His lips land on my neck. I close my eyes and gaze into the bright darkness. We are inside the closet. We are safe here. For this brief moment. This stolen forty-nine minutes. He is mine and I am his. No one can get between. When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too. He will smile at me and walk away. I will smile at him and pretend everything is the same. It's a game we play. We are both grown-ups here. We laugh at empty words. We don't do stupid things. We toy with our hearts. We sing and dance and steal another kiss in the dark alley when everyone is watching. I don't need another hero. He never wants a ring. Frodo Baggins. On the Bridge of Khazad-dûm. The Balrog. Gandalf. Fell off the bridge into the endless deepness of Moria. The dwarves. The orcs. The elves. Dangerous. Careless. Greed. Will I ever be able to forget the touch of his lips? Will I ever want to want another man? Yes. I know. I am being greedy...
We hear footsteps. They come closer. Closer. And closer. I start to panic. I am not fully dressed. I can't find my bra. They are going to yank at the closet doors. They are going to find us. I take a step backward. My heart won't stop racing. I press against his perfect body. He's hard. So hard. I take another step backward. We stumble into a word of whiteness. We find Narnia!
I open my eyes. I blink. I turn to look into the eyes of the man beside me. He raises a brow at me. The seventh-floor apartment is as quiet as usual. I have found my Dark Knight and I don't think I need a ring to prove anything. I smile at him and say the first thing that pops in mind.
"The dwarves of Moria dug too deep."
And he laughs as I wrap myself around him. "No shit, Sherlock."