être éveillé

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I come awake with a start – frozen in place, throat tight, heart pounding a rapid tattoo in my chest – to the roar of frustrated winds blustering against the night. I am cold. Disoriented. The t-shirt I wear is twisted around my torso. My sheets are skewed, my pillows tossed, my legs tangled in a heap of sheets. I observe these details as though through a shroud; it takes me a moment… and then another… to realize, with gasping inhalation, that I have forgotten to breathe.

And then I remember.

In accelerated pants, I remember.

Snippets of dreamscape scenes, of flashbacks, of fears real and imagined come together in reconstructed shattered-glass reality, and I roll, seeking solace in his embrace.

.

Ssshhhhh…

It’s okay…

And it is. It will be.

I am. With him, I am.

.

But that was then.

He is not here, now.

I close my eyes and count, slowing my breathing by gradual degrees, imagining his hands, remembering his touch, soothing against my skin.

His hands…

Always gentle, even in their demands.

My heart quickens once again in my chest at the memory of those demands, and my newly-calm breathing becomes ragged once again as my fingers trace the same paths along my skin that his so recently took.

Kicking aside my covers, body attuned to the storm outside, my skin warms by degrees to my own touch as I seek to silence the storm within.

Slumber will have to wait.

For now, I am…

Roused.

être éveillé…

.

This is not a night for sleeping.

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        1. Mrs Fever Post author

          Haha! I should add a tag line: Is it getting hot in here? Or is it just me?

          Or perhaps a warning: Readers of this blog will be subject to hot flashes. Proceed at your own risk.

          😛

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    1. Mrs Fever Post author

      Here’s a little insight to how my fevered brain works: according to the thesaurus (pick any one you like), a synonym for ‘yearning’ is hankering. Which, of course, makes me think of:

      https://youtu.be/4xRv9ZQOCPo

      Cheesy? Maybe. 😉

      But occasionally I *do* hanker for a hunk(a). 😛

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        1. Mrs Fever Post author

          I wish! Unfortunately, cheddars are bad for my head. The aging process of certain cheeses creates a chemical called tyramine, which is a migraine trigger.

          : sad face :

          I seem to do okay with “white” cheeses: swiss, american, feta, provolone, etc. And I love me some nummy omelets! 🙂

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