pretend



She arched her back like a cat stretching lazily in the afternoon sun (even though it was 11pm), sighed and went to gather her tangled hair into a knot only to realise she recklessly cut off all her hair two nights ago.

She was standing in the darkness with his button down shirt on, open half way, her breasts barely covered by the material as it fell open. She pulled her arms around herself, dancing slowly in the dark as though he was there, with his arms wrapped around her, his face buried in her hair.

It was only pretend. He was probably snoring softly on an aeroplane bound for the Middle East, his mind wrestling with what he must do and what he wished to do. Sleeping fitfully.

While she stood in the dark wearing his shirt, softly rocking herself and she breathed in his smell and prayed with all her might.

2009-05-15 1:33 p.m.