Solace
Saturday, August 29, 2015
It was unusually warm in our dimly lit room room. I felt the
breeze, in the late hours of the night, gently stirring the air surrounding us.
I stared blankly at the solid cherry wood doors of the closet. I focused on
the crystal knobs that adorned them and wished their clarity was one in which
we could live.
Sleep was elusive that evening. I was restlessly lying on my
left side, the soft cotton sheets and cream and teal colored quilt were
covering my hips, leaving my bare torso to be cooled by the ribbons of air wafting
though the room from the opened window. The whispering air caused the drapes to
lightly dance leaving their shadows on the wall.
My left arm was stretched above my head and curved back with
my hand resting on my long blonde, tousled, tresses. I had my right arm wrapped
gently around the goose down pillow by my side. My hand was peeking from the
top of the pillow and was relaxed against my chin.
I could hear the deep breathing next to me. I felt him stir
and turn toward me. Suddenly his arm engulfed me and pulled me in close. I felt
the warmth of his soul touching mine. He grabbed my left arm, removed the
pillow and held my bent arm tightly to my body enveloping me in his strength
and protective love.
Instantly I calmed and snuggled in as closely as was
possible. I felt his heart beating on my back as he nestled his face tightly
into my neck. His rhythmic breathing on my exposed skin was soothing as it
gently lifted the golden locks that had fallen across my neck.
I smiled and thoughts of solace and safety filled my mind.
Within minutes I was asleep. The slumber that fell upon me was deep, and much
needed, after the week we had endured.
xoxo
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