In Lieu of a Blog Post

In lieu of a personal post (of which I haven't done in awhile), here are some things that I'm going to roll into one post--mostly because I don't feel well and haven't been for the last couple days. My concentration has seemingly diminished during this time.. excuse me.

#1-Daily Inspiration #29 

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#2- A Sneak Peek of "All That Had Been Forgotten" Pt II. 

The moon was full and shining through her window, casting a white glow throughout the room; soft whispers of sleep filled the air of the dark house. The wooden boards creaked with the gentle rock of the wind that swayed the trees. Besides the gentle taps of rocks hitting the upstairs window, it was a soothing night.

Clara’s eyes fluttered open, as she sat up in bed. Another rock hit the glass with an impatient thud, and she knew that she hadn’t been imagining, but who would be coming to visit, so late in the night?  

Lifting the window, she looked down to see the one person that she never wanted to see again. “Robert, what are you doing here?” Clara whispered, looking towards the other bedroom to make sure her sister hadn’t woken. Actually, she wished he would.

“I came to see you.” Even through the distance of a few stories, she recognized the brilliant, maniac smile of the man she had fallen in love with.

“It’s late.” Clara told him, her body shaking a little as his smile faded, and was being replaced with the anger of a vicious animal. “Go home.”

“Clara—you’re being silly. I just want to make sure you were okay after you fell today.” He answered, rolling something around in his hand—as if it was a weapon and she was the designated target.

“I’m not coming down.” Clara offered, leaning against the window sill. When he didn’t move from his spot on the grass, she retreated back into the room, taking care to lock the window back up—drawing the blinds, and climbing back into bed. 

#3- A Sneak peek of Chapter Thirty-Four of "May I" 

As far as she knew, she had slept almost all the way home—until he had picked her up. It felt a little like déjà vu, as he carried up to the house. ”I’ve brought you home. Think you can manage to stand for a few minutes? You’re going to need your keys to get in.”

She nodded, and he put her down slowly. He watched as she swayed slightly; leaned against the house as she went through her purse and produced the key. It was an odd feeling, as she felt partially drunk—even though she hadn’t a drop since earlier in the week.

The door clicked open and he helped her in. She stopped when she saw the blanket on the couch; Sophie’s bag and blanket and doll were still lying on the floor. Gillian had to blink back some tears as she started up the stairs, with Cal close behind.

When they were half up, Gillian finally wiped the tears from her cheeks and headed down the hall to her bedroom. He followed her wordlessly, until he had tucked her in. “How’s your arm?”

She pulled it out the covers, twisting it slowly. “Still a little stiff, but that probably had something to do with landing on my shoulder.”

“And the nightmares?”

Their eyes met, as he sat on the edge of the bed. “I guess I’ve been too busy to have the nightmares—or at least to remember them.” Although, something in the back of her mind told her otherwise.

“Good.”

Letting out a yawn, her eyes grew heavy once more and she couldn’t keep them anymore.  As he got up to leave, she stirred and called out to him. “Stay.” When he didn’t move, she wearily opened her eyes.

“Hmm.”

“Stay here.” She clarified; her voice thick with sleep. “At least until I fall asleep.”

 Cal sat back on the edge of the bed. “Until you fall back to sleep.” He promised, as he sat back on the edge of the bed. Gazing down, he saw her hand resting by her side; resisted the urge to take it. “Would you like me to tell you a bed time story?” Now he was teasing her, but succeeded by getting the faintest smile and a laugh as she snuggled into the pillow, with a deep sigh.

“I need you too, Cal.” He waited until he was sure that she was asleep, and closed the door to her bedroom. He knew that she had been almost asleep, when she had uttered those words, which rang in his ears as he went back downstairs.

Thinking about it as he walked around the house, he suddenly felt antsy. The way she had used those words: a delicate whisper— filled with sleep, was almost like he was in a dream of his own. His relationship with Gillian had been just “friends” for the past five years, and not once had those words been used like they had. But he wished that they had not been said under these circumstances, when it was possible she wouldn’t remember what had been said when she woke.

However—one thing he was sure about now that he wasn’t before, was that she hadn’t been completely asleep in the car when he had told her that he needed her. It complicated things a bit as well. When his job was to help people: read lies by microexpressions, he felt confident. He had always prided himself on the job he did when solving cases. With Gillian it was a completely different ballgame that he was still trying to figure out, and it puzzled him completely.

There was something there; nagging at him that she was the one for him—again. He would usually ignore that little voice and tell himself that he was being completely foolish for even thinking about going after her. Today he was starting to believe it—just a little.