Her chest rose and fell as sleep dragged her deeper into the void. The wind caressed her half clad body which was left exposed to glean its mercy amidst the heat about the room. She snuggled into herself as she slowly turned to the sensuous call of peace.
He stared hard and deliberate at the figure sprawled beside him on the bed. His ego was crushed somewhat that she could be this serene in the face of the raging lust that writhe within him. He attempted nudging her awake, but only succeeded in pushing her farther into the deep. She turned away from him and continued on without any sound. He did not appreciate being ignored, not at this hour of need nor by her. She was supposed to be attuned to him and know when he wanted her for whatever reason, and not snore lightly like all was well with the world.
With these thoughts, his movements became frantic and more intentional. But still, she slept on his attempts; only going as far as rubbing his arm torpidly as a mother would a troubling child in the dead of the night. By now, he felt abandoned and totally ignored. He allowed his emotions stew to an angered pitch, and rose to his knees.
Her eyes widened in obscene shock when he pounded his way into her. The lids of her eyes hugged each other in wet silence as his grunts rented the silent night. The pain she felt between her thighs could not be compared to her broken spirit. She pictured herself in a park; where it was sunny and bright, and her daughter was building a sandcastle with so much grit and fervency. The wind blew the little girl’s dress but that did not matter to her in the moment, a construction was underway.
She felt the wind kiss her exposed bosom, and soon realized that he had had a fill of his pleasure. The momentary imagination had helped her this time.
“I love you.” He muttered at her. Sobs worked their way to her throat, preventing her from uttering lies in return.
He held her in his arms as he slowed his breath. She rocked herself to sleep only to dream of graves and dead roses.
