"Do you love me?" I ask her, but she doesn't answer. Instead she rests her head on my lap and closes her eyes.
"What are you doing?" Did I upset her by asking her that? Maybe I'm a bit to pushy on it! I hope I'm doing ok, I've never liked someone before.
"Thinking," she says simply.
Her face is all soft and looks happy, showing no sign of distress, even though I know that's what she feels. We're both distressed. From our past to our present nothing has been good for us, but I feel like it's getting better, especially with her here.
Watching her is like watching an angel fall asleep, just ten times more beautiful.
"Yes," she whispers.
"What?" What's she talking about?
"I love you." she barely gets out before she falls asleep. Her breathing falls steady and her eyes flutter shut.
"I love you too." I tell her even though I know she can't hear me. I don't want to distrub her peacful sleep and I know she must be tired so I stay where I am.
I can't move anywhere since she's lying on me, but there's nothing to do and I don't feel like sleeping. The only thing in reach is that damn book, there's no way I'm reading so I continue to sit, taking in every aspect of the small room I'm in.
The roof is low, made of wood with the beams showing. The walls have wallpaper that is peeling off with age, and paintings hanging on every wall. The kitchen and lounge is squeezed into one room with the lounge consisting of a dirty couch, a ancient coffee table, a cabinet with a radio on it and this armchair we're sitting in. The kitchen is a smaller area with a bench infront and a bench against the back wall with a sink and cupboards under it. The door is next to the entrance of the kitchen with a lamp on a stool next to it. I wish we had power, we could.. umm.. actually there's nothing that could be powered by electricity in here! That's an oil lamp, maybe we could get it going. The radio on the cabinet looks long gone though, it's craked frame makes it ancient enough to have broadcast the first ever AFL football game.
The cottage is so old, but it looks sturdy enough to hold for another hundred years. The trees outside surround it so thouroghly that it's shape blends in with the forest and its triangle roof is covered in moss. Over the years the forest has totally eaten it up and even the windows have some sort of damn plant blocking out the light. Thw only light is from the cracks in the door which happened when we rushed in yesterday.
I can't believe it's only been a day since we ran away, it seems like I've known her forever.
She shifts in her sleep and it knocks me out of my daydream, it's been like an hour and I'm bored as shit. I look around in case I missed some entertaining object in reach, but there's nothing, there's really nothing in the whole cottage, excpet a few old vases and empty picture frames.
I sit thinking for another 15 minutes but I'm easily bored. After another 10 minutes I pick up the book. It's called Charlotte's Web and it looks like the most boring shit I've ever seen.
Another 10 minutes pass and I turn the book to it's behind and read the blurb. Farm animals? I've never been to a farm but I think I'd die having to get out of the car and open the damn gates. Automatic is my style.
15 minutes later and I've read the first chapter. It wasn't that bad so I keep reading. Erghh what has got into me!? Reading?! I'm really fucking bored.
"Enjoying yourself?" she frights the hell out of me and I almost buck her head into the roof.
I don't acknowledge my fright but I can see her smirking. When did she wake up? Has she been watching me?
