The Ability To Feel

7 Years Later

December 20th

I am lying in bed sleeping. My face as peaceful as a sleeping  baby. I slowly start to open my eyes.

I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling for a few seconds. I then look down to find a peaceful puppy resting its head on my leg.

I get up slowly so I don't disturb the puppy's sleep. Once I'm up I walk towards the window.

I pull open the curtains to see small glowing white balls of fluff falling from the sky and landing on a soft white blanket covering the ground.
Snow.

As I'm admiring the beauty of the snow, an aroma starts sneaking into my nose causing a smile to form across my face.

The aroma that filled the air was bitter yet calming, strong yet soothing. The aroma made my eyes droop, almost causing me to topple over and fall into a deep slumber.

There was movement in the room outside, I could hear it. I slowly walked out of my bedroom and walked to where the strong soothing aroma was leading me to.
The kitchen.

I walked into the kitchen to see a figure standing at the counter. Their back was turned towards me but I can see that they were just a bit shorter than me.

It was woman with medium-longish brown hair and soft tan skin. She wore a t-shirt and spandex.

I slowly walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.

She jumped in surprise but then quickly smiled. She turned to face me.

I looked down into her light coffee brown eyes. Her eyes were morning eyes. They held a soft beauty that seemed to make my heart race and my face blush.

However, it was impossible to look away. I was trapped in her stare and dared not to look away.

Her hands traveled up my arms and her arms rested around my neck.
"Good morning," she said, her voice as soft and peaceful as the morning snow.

I didn't reply to her. I couldn't. Her aura had caused me to lose my voice and forget my words.

Instead, I leaned down and gave her a kiss. The kiss was soft and passionate.

I pulled away after a few seconds. She then looked up at me with a look that longed for the sweet touch of my lips.

I chuckled and inhaled the aroma that still continued to fill the air around us.

The aroma of coffee.

I poured both of us a cup of coffee. We went and sat in the small living room. The apartment was all white matching perfectly with the snow reflecting through the windows.

We sat and drank our coffee silently. It was quiet and peaceful. We stared at one another as we sipped on our beverage. I couldn't help but smile at her soft expression each time she took a sip.

I took one last sip and set my coffee down on the small table. I leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying and taking in the silence.

There then was a small faint yawn. I opened my eyes to find the puppy slowly walking towards the couch.

The puppy hopped up and lied down in between me and her.

We softly chuckled.

We sat there for what seemed like hours. I didn't mind though. This was all I could ever wish for. This was really a perfect morning.

The silence was soon ruined by a knock on the door. I get up to answer the door as her and the puppy stayed relaxing on the couch.

There was a dark figure standing at the door when I opened it. I couldn't see who it was because my eye sight had suddenly blurred.

I rubbed me eyes and when I looked back up at the figure my heart began to shake with fear.

The hairs on my arms stood up, I turned to see the woman and the puppy but they had somehow vanished. The room suddenly turned dark, I could now only see the figure that stood in front of me. The coffee aroma that had once floated throughout the air had now disappeared and been replaced with the aroma of fear and panic.

I stared at the figure in front of me. I had recognized this figure greatly and feared it very. The figure had black liquid eyes that were cold. The aura around the figure was full of pain and suffering. The figure's smirk was devilish and dark.

I tried to run away but I couldn't move my legs. I was frozen and couldn't move any part of my body. I couldn't help but stare into the figure's dark cold eyes.

It's eyes took over my mind. My vision started to darken and fade. I felt like I was falling.

Perhaps I was. I felt cold. I couldn't breathe.

Although, I didn't struggle or try to breathe. Instead I let the darkness consume me. Because no matter how many times I try to escape, the devilish figure will always find me.

I am trapped. Whether I close my eyes or not, I will always be trapped. I've tried to stay strong throughout the years, but now I will finally rest.

This time the devilish figure will now finally take my strength, my happiness, and my ability to feel.