My Imaginary Life 13
After looking through lots of old photographs and sharing stories and laughs, it is almost 3am in the morning. The candles aren’t shining as brightly as before and some are struggling to remain alight. It’s become colder and dimmer. Jo and Shah are huddled together under a blanket, feet up on the sofa, knees to their chests. They are still looking through old photos. Jo snuggles up to Shah as she giggles after he cracks a small joke. She leans against him and rests her head on his shoulder. Shah gets slightly uncomfortable with the proximity and excuses himself for a moment to use the bathroom. Shah walks into toilet, locks the door and turns on the sink tap. He splashes water on his face and then looks at himself in the mirror as the droplets run down his face into the sink. He mutters to himself.
Shah: What am I doing?
He turns off the taps and pats his face down with a towel. He flushes the toilet for no reason and then exits the bathroom. He begins talking as he’s walking back to the living room.
Shah: Hey Jo, it’s close to 3am, you must be *pause* tired.
Jo’s laying back on the couch, head turned to the side exposing the soft fair skin on her slender neck. Her eyes are closed and her chest rises and falls slowly with each breath. Shah enjoys the view for a moment. He goes over to her and carefully maneuvers his arms under her and picks her up. Jo comes out of her sleep every so slightly and speaks groggilly, eyes staying shut.
Jo: Mmm.. what happened?
Jo places her arms drowsily around Shah’s shoulders as he carries her towards the bedroom. He whispers to her.
Shah: Shhh.. you fell asleep on the sofa, I’m putting you in bed.
Jo manages to mumble back a reply before falling back to sleep.
Jo: ‘Kay…
Shah reaches his bed and gently places her on it almost falling on top of her when she doesn’t release her arms around his neck. He places his hands on her wrists to try and release her hold on him when she mumbles in her sleep.
Jo: Don’t leave me.
Shah removes her arms from around his neck and gently holds her hand with the right hand and strokes her hair with his left. He whispers to her.
Shah: Don’t worry. I’m right here.
Jo: I love you Azmi.
Shah gets a puzzled look on his face. He releases her hand and draws the comforter over her body. He can’t help but notice how happy she looks, even asleep. The corners of her mouth curled up into a slight smile, her cheeks flushed and rosy, and her breathing so calm and peaceful. Shah takes two pillows from the otherside of the bed and goes out of the bedroom back to the sofa. He blows out all the remaining lit candles and goes to sleep.
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I realize I’m become more descriptive… and only of Jo. I’m so biased.
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Az July 11th, 2006 at 2:45:06 pm
Muahahahaha.. lol.
the moment i saw ‘1 comment’ at the top of my post, i knew it was from you…