Madman's LullabyMature

“All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.”

-Jack Kerouac

He watches as her chest rises and falls slowly with each breath. Although he wishes she would wake so he could spend time with her, a part of him wants her to stay asleep. When she sleeps, she seems so peaceful, so serene. It adds an idyllic quality to her beauty, makes it seem surreal. He would be content to sit here for an eternity, basking in her radiance. 

She stirs and her eyes flutter open, shrugging off the weight of sleep. The morning light streams in through the window and falls on her face, illuminating her gorgeous figure. Her eyes are a mix of blue and grey that reflect light in such a way that it looks as though small snow drifts are floating on the dark waters of her eyes, while her hair is made up of long blonde curls that fall over her like strands of gold. The sheets conceal her body, but he need not see it to know its beauty. Every curve is beautiful in itself and they come together to create a work of art, a being of flesh that would outshine any man's masterpiece.

“Have I told you how lovely you look?”

“Only every day my love,” her voice is angelic, and it soothes his soul just to hear it. “And I hope you never stop.” She leans in close and kisses him, then throws back the sheets and rises from the bed. Her naked body seems to glow as she walks to the corner and picks up her robe. Salem is almost sad to see her clothe herself. It feels wrong to deny the world that beauty, though he is certainly happy he is the only one she chooses to share it with.

“I wouldn’t dream of it. Did you sleep well?”

“Yes. Did you? You always seem to be awake before I am. I worry you don’t get enough sleep.”

“I slept fine, as I always do my dear. Do not fret for me, I am in perfect health.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Sleep is important dear. Don’t waste it watching me. It’s a bit odd to wake up with you watching me too.” She walks over to her armoire and sits in front of the mirror as she fixes her hair. Salem rises to join her and puts his arms around her as he leans down to kiss her neck.

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just can’t think of a better way to start my day than by looking upon the most beautiful woman I know.” She smiles and looks up to meet his eyes and kiss him once more.

“You’re too sweet. That’s why I love you. And you‘re not too bad looking yourself.” He smiles and goes to the kitchen to make them something for breakfast. As he comes to the pantry, he hears a knocking at the door. The living rooms is warm and inviting, bringing a smile to his face as he reaches the door. A breeze slips past as he opens the old oak door to the reveal his front yard bathed in the morning sunlight, but nothing more. Their is no one at the door yet the knocking persists. Panic falls over him like a blanket, though it brings no warmth, only the special sort of cold that comes with fear.

No, not now. Just go away!

The knocking gets louder and is accompanied by a muffled voice this time. He closes the door and takes a seat at a nearby table, then closes his eyes and concentrates.

You can do this. You can keep them out, just concentrate. Focus on being here.

But the knocking continues to grow louder, and the voice is becoming clearer. He thinks he can hear it calling his name, but tries to ignore it, to push it from his mind. Pain starts to pulse near his eyes from squeezing them shut, and his head begins to ache. A shudder of anxiety passes over him as he fights to keep control, and cold beads of sweat begin to slide down his face.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…

The End

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