Orphan in Limbo

In Eyes of the Horror

In the wee hours of the morning, the beaming sun rays dispersed through the French window of the couple's reserved hotel room, bathing the room in scintillating light as its sunlight swept their skins, protecting them from the light spring breeze which tickled them as they have forgotten to close the window the night before after making love to one another.

The both former devotional members of the clergy have sunk in a deep slumber as their stark, soft bodies were covered with a silky blanket, blanketing their senseless bodies as their light snores sailed in the hotel room. Whereas their eyelids were tightly shut, shielding them from the scintillating sunlight.

Once Timothy came to his senses, he stretched his arms as he emitted a yawn as if a mild dim was blew from his dry lips. Afterwards he promptly rubbed his drowsy eyes with his creamy fists. The sight of peacefully, motionlessly sleeping Jude rendered him cracking a beaming, heavenly smile, dancing across his lips. It molted his frail heart as its pulsating motion electrified in his chest.

"My rare bird!" His honeyed voice whispered as if his sole echo was sufficiently audible for him unlike the blonde, who was recently unconscious, due to her deep sleep. He couldn't avert his warm chocolate brown eyes, fulfilled with immense love, desire and indisputable lust from her gleaming, beauteous face, admiring her ethereal grace.

What the former man of the cloth contemplated was her sheer angelic identity. Her ringlet of old Hollywood honey curls were ruffled on the crimson red cushion, haloing her palish, parchment face as it ideally framed her elegant facial features.

All of a sudden, the former sister of the Roman Catholic church woke up as she stirred, drawing Timothy's exceeding attention within seconds as she stretched her arms, thereafter rubbing with her fists her drowsy eyelids until she open them like blinds and meeting his stare. When the older woman noticed his incessant stare with its beaming, charming smile, distorted across his lips, she couldn't help but smile back.

"Good morning, sweetie!" In the meantime, she extended her hand as she cupped his jawline, tilting his head without breaking an eye contact.

"Morning, rara avis!" The younger man replied softly by cupping her milky cheeks in the palms of his mammoth, veiny hands as his thumbs kneaded the flesh of her well-defined, perfect cheekbones. "How did you sleep?"

"Good! And you?" Whilst one of her hands was occupied with cupping his jaw, meantime she picked up from her nightstand a lighter and a cigarette pack by offering Timothy a cigarette as he didn't reject her offer by putting the cigar length in his mouth, gapping his plumpish, baby pinkish lips as they sat on the bed, whereas the blonde light up the both cigarettes as they took their first puff of them, blowing faint dim as it overspread in their booked hotel room.

"Fine as well! Odette's birthday is in matter of 2 days only." Timothy uttered each syllable in velvety voice by taking a second drag of his cigarette as he released severe dim, escaping his lips and nostrils. "What have you thought of giving her as a birthday present?" He furthered as he enquired concerned by chewing her bottom lip at the thought of leaving the hotel for a while by searching for the ideal gift for their sole daughter they have by roaming the Boston streets for hours after paying a visit to the young lady in the nuthouse.

"Well, I have thought of something simple but unique which she might be fond of once she lays her eyes on it."The slightly older woman responded emphatically by clearing her throat, glancing from distance at the balcony as its sunrays dwelled in their room like guests. "Something unique. Something authentic. Something just simple which she's going to love it, of course!"

"You mean a piece of jewelry, right?"

"Exactly! Or perhaps something different." Jude said in honeyed, low voice by reclining her head on the wall as she took another drag of her nicotine length by blowing dim again.