“In the middle of the night,
I turn on the light too desperate to breathe
‘Cause I get this craving.
There’s no time to waste, got to get a taste, satisfy my need.
Baby won’t you save me? Got this craving for you.”Staring up at the ceiling. CD had stopped several hours ago, the sun has gone down leaving the room lit in cool, dark tones of blue and gray. It’s been three days since I last saw her, last touched her, last loved her. I pick up the phone to make sure it’s working, call the operator to call back just to make sure it works. It does. She said she’d call. She said so.
Slowly the power of sleep takes over and I’m out. Sleeping is all I’ve been able to do throughout the day. Couldn’t get up to make myself something to eat. Couldn’t get up to change CD’s. Couldn’t get up to save my life. So that’s what I do when I wait. Sleep.
“Justin?” her soft voice fills the darken room as she pushes the door open. “Justin? Are you in here?”
I wake, staring at her in the darkness. She moves towards the bed, I sit up listening to the sharp intake of air when she sees me. My eyes adjust as she flips on the light. I reach out for her but she pulls back running out of the room. I race after her, down the hallway. It seems longer than before, twice as many doors.
Checking each one as I move my way down. I hear her giggling, “You’re getting closer. Com’on Justin. Catch me.”
The walls start to shift inward, closing me in. I see her standing at the end of the hall. She smiles at me, letting me know everything will be alright. Moving towards her, I collapse. Face to face with the hard wood floor. My palms sweating as they push me back up. She’s gone.
Down the stairs, the roof has opened up as the rain pours down soaking everything. She’s sitting on the couch, drowning in the water. Her blonde hair sticking to her face, her neck, her shoulders. Make-up running down her cheeks, lips at a pout.
I step closer but stop when I see her rising from the couch. She comes to me, arms pulling me in. Her mouth hungrily taking mine. I can feel her breathing, feel her living in my arms. I pull back just enough to look into her eyes.
She mouths “I’m sorry.” But I don’t care about the fight anymore. I don’t care about anything but us. I pull her closer towards me, she pulls back. I stare down at the ground, then back into her eyes. She’s further away. She holds her hand out, pressing on glass. She pushes harder and harder, trying to come towards me. It cracks….
It’s midnight. I can’t breathe thinking about her. I sit up, hearing the soft hum of nothing coming from the radio. CD had stopped several hours ago. It’s been three days since I last saw her. I lie back down, my hair damp from the rain.
She said she’d call. She said so.