Lost for Words

Stasis

We lay in bed; naked; touching each other as we spooned. It felt like we had been there for an eternity.

"What time is it?"

I disentangled myself, easing my stiff limbs around so I could raise myself up. The clock was on the bookshelf at the side of the bed. Its green numerals were indistinct blurs in the myopic darkness. I reached out, brought the clock closer so I could see what time it was. "Just after two," I said.

"AM or PM?"

"Do you really care?"

"No."

I rolled back into the hollow in the mattress I had left behind, nestling my hip and shoulder in the warm spaces that had moulded against my body. Groin to buttock. Breast to back. Once more we touched each other.

"Hold me. Please."

I did as I was told, reaching out in a loving embrace. We moved closer together, snuggling tight.

There was a sigh of affirmation. "Oh, yes."

We made love. Drowsily. Slowly. Passionately. Our bodies rocked back and forth. We clung to each other, moved apart, then came together once more. Then, exhausted, we reclined in bliss. Our sweat cooled. Our body heat filled the darkness around us. Then:

"What time is it?"

I glanced reluctantly at the blurred green of the alarm clock. The numerals didn't look like they had changed. "Do you really care?" I asked.

"No."