Reality, The Rival of Fiction
My eyes were closed, and I felt Darin's warm breath in my hair as my head rested on his chest. The rise and fall of it created a soothing rhythm. I opened my eyes, noticing his hand reaching for mine, and I clasped it tightly. He reciprocated.
“I love you.” His whisper was low and intense. I lingered on this feeling of wholeness.
The light from the window bothered my eyes as I struggled with the bed covers. It was strong, despite the sounds of rain filling my ears. And when I discovered myself fully awake, sadness started up in my heart like the realization that is one is beginning to drown. Once again, I remembered that Darin was long gone. I sat up in bed, and the cold welcome of the November morning crept over my skin. I cocooned myself into the covers, sinking back onto the bed. The warmth reminded me of how content I had felt in his embrace so long ago.
“It's not real,” I assured myself. “It's only a dream. And he left me long ago. I'm no