Beebie decided to settle in earlier than usual that night. Finally at peace with himself and satisfied for his sudden good fortune he intended to take advantage for the kind of healing rest there never seemed to be enough of. He had placed a television set at a convenient angle which allowed him to view the programming, or take sleep, by simply choosing to close his eyelids and shift his focus. A timer was set for the tv to tune into a midnight talk show with a twist for comedy, a minute later he drifted off into a short lived slumber, punctuated by the repetitions of soft snoring.
Hours later, shortly after midnight, the sound of a spoken name crossed the abyss of latent awareness forcing open a greater inner eye of observation. A silent bell pealed across the nether regions of Beebies unconscious mind, his eyes opened fully, calm and awake, listening to the sounds of music that stirred him deeply.
Momentarily confused, stunned, he bolted upright to focus on the young woman singing. Beebie was frozen, his heart thumped audibly, eyes blurred out of focus, the sound of the belle in his ears increased exponentially, he gasped and caught himself as if struck by some unseen blow.
An icy crust spanning over Beebie's interiors melted as she sang. He told himself to shake his head or his eyes would stick looking at the features of her face, he told himself back that he didn't care if he went blind deaf and mute watching her alluring beauty. He didnt know how, in that moment, but he knew every detail of her appearance, every line and dimple, every hair, no inflection or expression failed to escape a deep inner resonance in his memory.
Beebie had awakened again. Alone. Confused. Shattered glass shards of memory arranged and rearranged themselves into a reflective mosaic that only a vampire could not see as many reflections of self within.
And so he watched admiring her smooth personality until finally the performance was over, leaving him alone with the broken shards of self which he had so carefully ignored under a dusted coating of forgetfulness. Shaking, he picked them up one by one and began the process of cleaning and acknowledging each one. As those pieces began to reintegrate one with another, lost and forgotten memories flowed once again through Beebies thoughts. When he looked outward to his surroundings, he took back into himself the newly remade realization that a part of her heart remained in his memory of the small home in which he now resided. She had come back to him in this small way, or was it he who had returned to her, taking him away from the brink of the edge where the maw of the abyss consumes all knowledge of existence.
<snap-shot in time, flash-click-whirrrr>
