Zach's Thoughts
It was two o'clock in the morning and I just couldn't go to sleep. I tried laying down,turning off the lights, everything, but I couldn't. My mind kept racing and my energy was sill surging steadily. No matter how had I tried, it just wasn't going to happen. I flopped onto my bed and looked up into the tiny patterns etched into the ceiling, silently grunting to myself.
I got up and prodded to the balcony, he carpet beneath my feet chill and soft. I gripped the cold metal doorknob and did everything very slowly as not to wake anyone. I stepped onto the balcony that was covered with the moon shine that came from the great sky above. The white balcony posts were afire with the moonlight, showing every detail down to the spindling wood on the bars below the rail. I looked out to my left and followed the rail to the corner where it cut off and flanked the house to wrap around the whole second level. I trailed it back to my right where I saw a figure leaning over the rail. I looked them up and down.
"Koda?" I asked. She snapped, apparently unaware I was there. I heard her breath escape her lungs in a sigh as she started toward me.
"Hey Zach." she spoke softly.
"What are you doing up?" I watched the way her stitching made hashtag shadows on the ground.
"Well, I could ask you the same thing, but my face hurts too much to attempt sleep." a smile came to her mostly shadowed face.
"Let me check it out." I said. I reached for her arm, now smelling the light rose petal scent that mixed with the breeze, and instantly remembering the moment we had earlier. I peered as best I could in the darkness and low light, but decided that I sure as hell would get NOWHERE doing it out here.
"Come inside." I trailed my hand from her jaw, down her arm to her wrist. I smiled at her as I grabbed it and lead her to my door. That smile was stretched across my face as I walked into my room, Koda in tow, and shut the door.
I sat her on my bed and looked at her injury in the lamp light. The stitches stuck out where they were joined together, creating a long series of prickly, black strings on her cheek. It wove in and out of her flesh with entry and exit wounds that were only small and faintly red. Places were open and glistening with blood that threatened to slowly spill over the split skin. but just shined there where it was. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that this was going to scar her face, but I didn't care. It would only add to who she was.
I sat back.
"Is it okay?" her voice sounded only slightly worried and small.
"Yeah. Just a few openings but nothing too big." She looked at me. "Did you take your pain meds?"
"We never got them filled." She chuckled.
A mental explosion went off. "Oh hot damn. I'm so sorry! Dammit!"
"Shh Zach," She reached over and placed her hand on my arm. "People are trying to sleep."
I shrugged. "They'll be okay." I smiled at her and stared into her gleaming orbs for a moment before I reached over and gently slid her hand off my arm and into my palm. I traced over the soft flesh of her backhand with my thumb then went down each of her fingers.
Koda scooted closer to me. Her body was warm right up against mine as I turned her hand over in my own and stuck my fingers between them. We sat there, just me and her; her body pressed against my side, her head on my shoulder, our hands together.
"Zach?" She said.
"Yeah?" I answered.
She didn't say anything, but just turned into my neck and kissed my throat. Her lips touched and pressed into my flesh over and over tenderly. Her stitches were pricking my neck, but I didn't care...........................
