Tag: Kharris x 19

Her wagon was not particularly accessible.

While getting into the wagon was never a problem; once inside and trying to relax it got more difficult. The prosthetics didn't come off as quickly as they did in his own home, he didn't bother taking them off at all, sometimes. Here, the steps were awkward to the loft, the water closet was too small and there wasn't much to hold onto (never mind you had to climb down the steps again). The floor bounced slightly with your steps and the furnishings were nearly an obstacle course.

The tiny space was hers, but it wasn't welcoming to him.

He hadn't complained; it wasn't like Pollux to complain. He might have been used to figuring things out, but she noticed how much more time, effort, and thought...

My eyes open to the morning light and there she is.

Not literally, of course. But she’s there, somewhere; using my face, speaking with my voice, recalling my memories.  I blink and feel my chest tighten. Waking up has become waking up to her. She is often the last thoughts in long nights, and the first thoughts in the mornings now. Those quiet moments, lying still and coming to grips with the day seem to be heavy with the idea of coming to grips with her.

Why? How? I don’t have any answers. I’m conscious of my breath. Keeping it even. I don’t want to worry him. His hand on is on my hip, and I’m grateful for the weight of it and shift carefully back toward him, not wanting to disturb him. He’s not up yet, but I’m...