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Stalker, By MissingPersons and I (Part 1) |
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MissingPersons Myself
I sat outside her window, enamored by her beauty. Her face was perfect, so perfect that I was afraid to go any closer. She reminds me of a little china doll. Such beauty and grace could not belong to a lowly human girl. She could put a goddess to shame. Perhaps she was goddess? Yes, that had to be it. She was sent her to be with me and only me!
It’s strange the way we met, she gave me no more then a passing glance but I knew that there something between us. I jumped slightly as a car went by. I crouch down farther behind the bush watching her go about her business. Next she would sit in front of her mirror and brush her hair, from left to right with her right hand. Her hands! So small and wonderful, I could only imagine her touch. Softly, her lovely hands would hold mine and my goddess would say “I’ve been waiting for you.” I in turn would reply, “I know.” I would then take her in my arms and never let go. But what was stopping me?
Tracy moved about her room slowly, glancing from left to right. "Hmmm..." she mused aloud, wondering where her brush had gone. Her long dark red hair called for it, it needed to be brushed. She wore a large t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts, her pajama's. Her make-up had all been rinsed away in the shower. "If I don't find it..." she started aloud, then trailed off, finishing the sentence in her mind. She was about to give up hope, when she noticed the handle of her brush sticking out of the blankets on her bed. She smiled brightly and grabbed at it, then walked to her mirror.
Tracy McLelan was a predictable woman. She had the same habbits, each and every day of the week. She prefered things this way, that way there was no room for mistake. She brushed her hair slowly, closing her eyes and running the teeth of the brush gently through her dark hair. She would turn in for the night soon, turn off the light, and lay down to sleep. Tracy was completely oblivious to her observer.
I continued to watch her. She had left her brush on her bed, how strange. She was never so disorganized. Did she know I was watching her? She couldn't see me so soon! She can't know who I am! My goddess, my angel, it is not time yet for our meeting. Relax, in time I will come for you, I promise!
I lifted my hand to touch her face, or at least make it appear so. My skin crawled with excitment. Time, moved to slow for me now. Oh, how I longed for her. But no, no, not now. It had to be perfect, just like in the dream. Our meeting was fated and I must wait. I sighed slowly moving from the bush as to not call attention to myself, quickly I made my way back to my car to drive home. Forgive my lovely angel. I am still too scared.....
When she heard the rustling of the bushes, Tracy turned to look out the window. She gave it off to a small animal and continued to brush her hair slowly. She set the brush down on her vanity and then stood, walking to her bed. She laid down carefully and turned out the light, tossing about for a moment to make herself comfortable. When she was, she went to sleep without hesitation. The morning always came too soon.
Morning my angel. You are still asleep sadly, though I cannot help but treasure this moment. It's a moment of trust between us. You have never let me see you asleep before. You are starting to trust me aren't you? My goddess, you trust me with you life, I know you do. For why else would you let me see you now, let me get so close. I stand at your bedrooom window, touching the glass willing it to disappear and let me hold you in my arms. We have no need to worry about others seeing us together, don't worry. It is too early for any of them to be awake. Are you awakening my angel? Have I woken you? You can feel me can't you. I know it! You are hoping to see me are you not? Time moves a little quicker now and soon we will be happy together. I move away from the window so you cannot seem me, but fear not my sweet! I will not take my eyes off you!
Tracy stirred slowly in her bed, grunting and trying to ignore the sound of the alarm clock. She knew she needed to be up, she had work to do, but it was Saturday, why? She had house work that needed to be done, and some stuff from the office. She growled quietly and pulled herself from her satin sheets, moving across the room to the alarm clock. She hit the button harshly, and the walked out of her bedroom and down the hallway to the bathroom, pulling her large t-shirt off her head as she went. She turned into the bathroom and started her water, brushing her teeth while it warmed up.
I can hear the shower running. Do you have to work today? It's Saturday, you shoulds stay here and be with me. My lovely, you deserve only the best. A job that forces you to work on such days is below you. Why do you work my goddes? You are to lovely to be tainted be a hard days work. To see you tired is a sin. How dare the work you so hard! My precious, I am sorry, who am I to tell you what to do?
Tracy showered quickly, scrubbing her hair and her body throughly. She rinsed, then turned off the water, and climbed out of the shower. She dried slowly, soaking in the steamy air of the bathroom, not looking forward to going into her den to work on paper work. She always hated it when she had to do job related things on Saturday's, but things needed done. She would begin cleaning after she was done working, then she would go to the grocery store and buy next week's dinners.
Crane Noir · Sun Jan 14, 2007 @ 08:03pm · 0 Comments |
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