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Looking For You
He had meant it when he said she'd consumed his very being. And now it seems she's also paralysed him, for he cannot find it in himself to move a single muscle. He watches her rest, seemingly preferring his arm to the pillows he'd hastily arranged for them. He feels much more comfort and ease than he should, physically and mentally. For one, they are lying on the ground with mere centimetres separating them from the hard stone of the gazebo floor. And somehow, he has never felt more loose-limbed or relaxed. Furthermore, they are unmarried, not even courting, yet here they lie, completely out in the open, tangled up together in a state of undress. But he dares not even consider waking her, sending her away. No.
Let time remain suspended for now.
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Lilies. He dreams of her, but mostly he dreams of lilies. The scent of them–the scent of her– invades his senses, but it's a welcomed overwhelm. He'd gladly build for them a cocoon of petals. What is unwelcome is when the bouquet begins to recede. It feels like the sheets are being pulled from him, and with it goes the solace, the peace. With it goes her.
He moves to pull her closer to him, to recapture what he feels slipping away, but he is too late. He opens his eyes. His arm is no longer a pillow. It's simply an arm. A cold one, at that.
Where is she?
He must go to her. Immediately.
After months of wasted time, their time apart ended last night.
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Hands. He spends the few hours of sleep he gets during his first night as a married man dreaming of his bride's mehndi covered hands. The stained fingers that spent most of the last ten hours twisting and pulling and petting his hair. Her left palm, where he found his name and traced it with his tongue. Her knuckles that danced along his jaw as she professed her love for him in multiple languages. Then, there it is. The lilies. The aroma he takes in on a deep inhale elicits a strange panic. Will they go away again? Will she be gone? He opens his eyes.
There she is.
Her head resting on his arm, her leg hitched up to his hip. Indulging in a well earned slumber.
May every morning begin in this way.
May he never have to look for her again.