In the quiet

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It’s quiet and dark in the early hours of the morning.  You barely shift beside me, your breathing deep and easy.  One leg always flung outside the covers, you rarely dream (and when you do, is it of me?).  I set my alarm ten minutes before yours to spend that time awake before you, soothed by your steady breath and arm resting beneath my head.  Outside the sky slowly shifts from a dark wicked navy to muted pastels.  When you open your eyes, you blink slowly and peer out from the shadow of sleep as though you’re seeing the world for the very first time.  

The music is moving on to the next track, and there’s a slight pause in the rollicking laughter and conversation that flows so effortlessly.  Before we know it, we’ll start dancing again, barefoot and booty-shaking around the room.  But in this quiet moment where we both take a breath, time stands still.  We are here now incredibly enough, in what you called “a thimbleful of chance” amidst an ocean of possibility.  There’s barely a half second to capture the moment before the bass starts its thumping.

It’s a silent spring night, and the only sound is the turning of pages.  Your legs cross over mine and we both glance up occasionally.  You keep track of the time to make sure that I get to bed at a reasonable hour; I watch your eyes to gauge how much you’re actually enjoying the book recommendation I gave you.  My head rests on your shoulder and then whoosh! I’m gone, in a world of Chuck Palahniuk or Daniel Wilson’s choosing, their words pounding a beat into my head.

In between the jokes, laughter, engines roaring, phones buzzing, the cacophony of noise throughout the day, those snippets of quiet say the most and speak the loudest.  It is within the quiet of your presence that I grow closer to you.  


Comments

  1. Oh my! This wonderful Rooth. This post reads almost melodic. Maybe it's just me but it's lovely! :)

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  2. It's not just Diana! Beautiful writing!!! Quiet time together is really nice. That and quiet time alone are both needed.

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  3. Love your writing. It makes everything around me slow down for a minute or two. You should submit something to Modern Love!

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  4. Well, that is altogether lovely . . .

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  5. I often wonder (and ask) Stu if he dreams of me, it is a bit of a romantic notion isn't it? But he always tells me no.

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  6. Just lovely, Rooth.:) Reminds me of Michael Ondaatje's prose.

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  7. WOULD YOU JUST STOP WITH THIS CUTENESS?!?

    But, don't stop :)

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  8. What a beautiful love letter. "A thimbleful of chance" is just...perfect. xo

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  9. I always love your writing!

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  10. I'm loving this. It what we all dream to feel at some point. Besides, who doesn't love an impromptu dance party?!

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  11. I want to have this kind of relationship with someone!!
    Beautiful writing (as always!) c: Xx ice pandora

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