Warmth hit my face, almost immediately my eyes opened themselves and I was slightly blinded by the sun’s rays. I closed my eyes again tightly to block out the sun’s blinding light. Tighter and tighter, I squeezed my eyelids. Darkness filled my sight. I opened them back up again. I tried to emerge myself from the warm comforter, but I realized Kara was there laying next to me. I opened my eyes to assure myself that I wasn’t dreaming. There she lied peacefully. The eye make up that was beautifully placed on her face yesterday was now a bit smudged. Her beauty blinded me; similar to the way the sun blinded me. Her hair was tousled everywhere. She had one curly strand in her face. I moved the tendril, feeling the soft, contour of the curl. She moved slightly to release my arm from her body. As she moved, the scent of her essence filled my nose. She smelled of citrus. Her scent energized me. I rose from the bed. I felt the soft bumpy carpet on my cold feet. I couldn’t help but watch her as I made my way to the window to close the windows and relieve her of the blinding light that beat against her soft, and fragile eyelids. She groaned a bit, which sent a sort of urgency within my body. I moved quietly and carefully towards the window, being sure not to wake her. I touched the window and the glass was cold. I left it open to catch a quick breeze. The wind started to pick it up. To be sure not to wake Kara, I quickly closed it. I returned to bed and let her scent surround me. My stomach conjured up butterflies and I had an urge to hold her. An urge to wake her. An urge to be a part of her world once again. An urge to be wrapped in her wild curls, an urge just to be wrapped inside her, so she could keep me safe and warm. The urges began to consume me, so I propelled myself out of bed. The sudden jolt nearly woke Kara; she mumbled, “Where are you going?” I answered her “Just to get the paper” I closed my eyes and kissed her forehead, allowing her sweet citrus scent to take hold of me. She grinned a bit and I went back to my task. I opened the door slightly, because it always creaked. The door let out a small creak and I slid through the crack I created. I walked through the dark living room, I was sure to close the shades there last night, so that Kara and I weren’t blinded when we decide to emerge from the bedroom. I looked at the microwave to get the time. 9:25, the paper was delivered an hour ago. I went to the door and unlocked it. A breeze flew into the apartment, and a sudden chill came over my body. I looked down and there on the linoleum tile was the paper. I grabbed it from the floor, and quickly re-entered the apartment. I locked the door and started to look at the newspaper headlines. I looked at the date and a cold chill ran up my body. This couldn’t be happening. I felt sick, my stomach was bottomless and my heart raced, faster and faster. I took a deep breath, and my mind raced to find a solution to this. With each heartbeat, my breathing got quicker and shallower. My heart took over my body. I slammed the newspaper down and urgently entered the room where Kara had spent the night. Thoughts clouded my head “How? Why? What?” were the only words that raced through my head. I became enraged as I observed her lying there peacefully I had to do something.
Written on 11/6/2008
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