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Lance Phillips held the phone a moment longer after he heard the ‘click’ that ended the three-hour conversation. His mind raced backward, as a video tape or audio cassette would in the rewind mode, wanting to recapture every single minute of this wonderful evening for playback any time later. Her words and addictive girlish laughter… the mental pictures she painted for him… these were very real and delightful. And the sparkling-eyed, beaming-smile face that he could only imagine for now, warmed him for he knew that he would be holding that face in his hands in less than seventy-two hours. Two more nights like this (since “tonight” had already become “last night” was all the more he had to endure until he would look into her eyes and see the other half of the whole soul they both knew they shared. He set the phone back in its cradle, closed his eyes, and hit the ‘play’ button on his mind’s VCR--a new recording to add to his mental record of the evening before, and those to be joined by a newer log of the phone date that would begin again in exactly 20 hours.
Three o’clock in the morning, he thought, looking at the red digital display on the nightstand and suddenly another of those song lyric tid-bits rushed to the forefront of his sleepiness. and it looks like it’s gonna be another sleepless night… She had a lot of her own spontaneous and appropriate song lyric tid-bits… We have so many things in common, Lance bemused, closing his eyes again while he slid the extra pillow over to him. He placed it halfway across his chest and began to caress the corner of it, pretending that he was gently combing her hair with his fingers. Her ‘recorded’ whispers echoed in his head, and for a brief moment he felt certain he could feel her breath on his chest, right over his heart. He massaged the bulk of the pillow that laid beside him, re-creating a mental image of caressing the small of her back. “So much in common,” he said aloud, as if speaking to the Guardian Angel he knew was hovering over him. “So many things… a voluminous amount of things we have in common,” he whispered to the pillow, and smiled, as though She was really there smiling back at him.
“Are you feeling the same things?” he asked the pillow, knowing that it wouldn’t answer, but feeling a strong yearning that if it could talk, if it really was Her beside him, the answers would be the answers he craved.
What things? his internal dialogue continued.
“You know, those initial feelings, of, you know… falling…”
Falling in love? her voice asked in his mind while his hand returned to the top of the pillow.
“Well, yeah, like the restlessness and insomnia, lack of appetite, cold sweats…”
The sudden song lyric tid-bits in your head?
“Yeah!” Lance chuckled. “And the uncontrollable urge to just keep smiling, talking to yourself, queasy feeling in the gut…”
They’re called ‘butterflies’ my Dear.
“Uh-huh,” he smiled, pinching the bottom of the pillow. “And the extreme and inconvenient inability to concentrate on anything else, and…”
… and the fear that it is really just a dream?
“But it’s not a dream,” Lance sighed, and returned the conversation back to his Guardian Angel. “Because I’m wide awake and she IS here… her energy… I feel it as real as I feel this pillow.”
A sudden and brief rush of warm air landed on his naked chest, startling him just slightly. He knew it wasn’t the furnace kicking on this time, since it was comfortably warm in the room already, even laying on top of the bed spread, and he had heard the thermostat turn the unit off. He took this as one of those ‘signs’ that his late-Mother often spoke of in her frequent sermons of faith, hope, and trusting one’s instincts. And we know all things work together for the good… his mother’s voice spoke in him.
Lance rolled over and propped his head on his folded pillow and stared at the pillow beside him then.
“You fill up my senses…” he told Her.
Like a night in the forest…
“Like the mountains in springtime…”
Like a walk in the rain…
Touching 'her waist' now, and leaning close to 'her face' he asked:
“How can I tell you I love you?”
You already have… even before you knew it.
12/11/2005 9:49 am
OMG - how nice!|
12/11/2005 10:12 am
Ain't love wonderful? (and so is She!)|
12/11/2005 7:00 pm
Very sexy post..very well written|