Fiction by Sydney Katt
She awoke still snuggled to his bare chest. It must be morning…or very close to it. The room was no longer dark; instead, dusky hues of predawn light filtered through the curtains. In that moment, she was content to stay in his arms for the rest of her life.
Perfect peace. That’s what this was. That must be how it felt to wake up with the man you loved. [Read more...]
She awoke still snuggled to his bare chest. It must be morning…or very close to it. The room was no longer dark; instead, dusky hues of predawn light filtered through the curtains. In that moment, she was content to stay in his arms for the rest of her life.
Perfect peace. That’s what this was. That must be how it felt to wake up with the man you loved. [Read more...]
Sleep simply would not come for Sara. It didn’t matter how long she spent envisioning total blackness, it would not take her from her current state of consciousness. Tossing and turning was perhaps more pointless than sheep counting.
Why was it that her bed felt so empty in the darkness? She always slept alone. Tonight shouldn’t feel so different. [Read more...]
Time passed quickly during the rest of the evening. After Paul had taken the book to Sara’s room for safekeeping, he’d taken up residence in the spot beside Sara on the couch, his arm draped around her shoulders in a comfortable manner. Uncomplicated chatter – led by Nika – dispersed any lingering tension that might have remained. [Read more...]
Tears flowed from her eyes as she continued to gaze at the object in her hands. She didn’t turn her head when she spoke; it wouldn’t matter. She couldn’t see through the tears anyway. “Paul…it’s perfect.” [Read more...]
Never in her life had she felt such utter peace as she did at that moment. She couldn’t move – she didn’t want to – for fear of disturbing the delicate illusion within. How long could she keep this up before movement or words would be expected? How long could she stay in bliss? [Read more...]
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