Fairly mad/angry right about now...so I have no clue where this story came from.

I woke up in a sort of blissful state. Today was that day, that very day that would alter the course of my life, possibly forever. No clock in my room, but I really don't need a clock, just my phone. Your basic cell phone, though I use it more of a watch than a phone. Two hours. In two hours, she'll be here. I'll finally face my reflection in two hours. Slowly, I dress myself, wearing the usual clothes...nothing special, but they should be. I have no special clothes, just these...I hope she approves. I wander out from my room, and bask under the cool breeze from the air conditioner. And as I stand there, eyes closed, hair blown back, visions of her, well, her picture really, dance in my head. And for the briefest of moments, I can almost imagine how her skin feels, how her hair smells, how her voice dances its way through my ears. An eye glances open to gaze at the old wood clock...only ten minutes under the AC. A shrug, and a silent declaration that to be early is better than being on time. I snap to, and head to the key rack, grasping mine, and heading outside. For a second, the sun's light slices into me, and I wince, involuntary, and rub my eyes. No cursing, but a sigh, as I continue my way to the car. It rumbles to life, and I leave the house, giving it a lingering stare, finding it somewhat amusing that next I see it, my world will be changed. By all accounts, it will still be brown, but mayhap it will become the most vivid brown in all creation. The drive, for all its worth, is dull, a long sentence explaning asphalt punctuated by an exclamation point of a traffic jam. Fuck. My breath, for all my displeasure, is even. No point in growing mad at what cannot be changed. I would honk my horn, but that does nothing save prove tat it works. And rather than add to the confusion and noise, I wait, and calm myself with thoughts of her. Time passes, gas is wasted, and suddenly, I am wretched out of my delusion by the sudden realization that three hours have flown past me. One hour ago, my life was supposed to change. One hour ago...instead, I'm here, having my life drained away by this long metal snake made of cars. I growl, curse, spit, fume...all in my head. Outside, I am the perfect picture of calm, save my slowly creasing forehead. And the moment, the very moment I am to press my horn, my line begins moving...a miracle, or coincidence? Either way, I move along, and at my first chance, take a side road, followed by back roads, and in less time than expected, I arrive at the airport. I near run in, making sure to not pose any sort of threat in my mad dash, and skid to a stop at the terminal. Breathlessly, I ask for all the vital information, terminal, arrival time, all that. To my favor, her flight, her world changing event was delayed by an hour as well. I nod in thanks to what ever gods smiled upon me, and make my way to the gate. There she is...just like the picture. I repress a shudder, and walk over, Nervous, palms sweaty, heart racing, I say hello. She smiles, bashfully, and leans forward, leaving a soft kiss on my cheek. Despite myself, I blush, and take her arm in mine. We head out, to the car, load it up, and head to her lodgings. The drive there is filled with small talk, short jokes, soft laughter...things to fill space. Were it without these time-wasting tactics, the time would be spent staring at one another, captivated by the other. We arrive, and she nervously gets her key, and we walk to her room. Inside, I merely stand in the doorway, holding her bag, letting her accommodate herself to her surroundings. She nods, satisfied with it, and takes her bag. I sit in a chair, and make idle conversation, she laughs at my jokes, I laugh at her's, and we generally fill the air with nonsense. And, as the last of her clothes go into the dresser, a change comes over her. Without a word, she walks to me, and kisses me, deeply, and crawls up into my lap. We kiss at length, and as I carry her off to her bed, a feeling of change washes over the both of us, and we do those things that lovers do.
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We lounge idly, nude by the window. I play with her hair as she leans back onto me. The sunlight bathes us and our limbs grow lethargic with the warms. The silence is only shattered by our lips parting after kisses. She idly rolls her head back, and takes note of the clock on the bedside table. She leans up, and gently kisses under my chin, whispering near soundlessly...

"It's five o'clock in New York"

I glance over as well, and nod, placing a soft kiss on her forehead before gazing back out the window, my fingers still flowing down her hair.

-- Zero_6ix (Zero_6ix@hotmail.com), July 23, 2002

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From the heart.

-- Angel (keita@my.sanguinus.com), July 23, 2002.