Gone Out the Window

“You know nothing of me…” I scowled at her through dark eyelashes, fire burning in my throat after the words.

“Really?” One defined eyebrow raised in question, although it didn’t agree with her face, which told a story of knowing instead.

“Yes…really…” I began to feel myself being lost to her once again.

She walked to me, dark ringlets of hair flowing around her face and her lower back. The softest hands I’d ever felt floated to my face, thumbs making soft lines against my cheeks. The words whispered into my ear, “I’m not so sure I believe that.”

I broke, and found myself wondering how I could resist for this long. My hands found her torso, her waist, her hips, pressing my fingers into her young toned skin. It was not possible to resist. That was a conclusion I had long reached.

With guidance from me, she found her way backwards to the bed, resting on her back in the dark printed comforter. I straddled her waist, running my fingers through her hair, twisting them into knots in her essence. Lowering my head I whispered in her own ear, “Neither do I.”

And I’m finally realizing that sometimes Karen can be so unfair.
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I'm happy currently. Scared, but happy. I know who I am in the long run. That will be what pulls me through. Someday, I will write from experience, instead of fantasy. I know I will.

All the love,
Elizabeth