in
his arms
Chapter 56
“What are you thinking?”
My weary eyes found his as I sat in the chair by the window. The
only time I’d left the chair all night was to get some
water and to use the bathroom.
I sighed. “Nothing, to be honest.”
He grinned at me. “You’re exhausted.”
I shook my head. “I’m not.”
“Kaitlyn,” he moaned, “I know you better than
you think I do.”
“I’m not tired. I’m okay, really.”
“You’ve been awake all night.”
“It doesn’t matter if I’m tired,” I
growled, agitated now. “I don’t want to go to
sleep.”
“Why not?”
My eyes found his. “I don’t want to leave you
again.”
“I’m fine,” he promised soothingly.
“Please, just go to sleep.”
After spending what seemed like forever gazing into his eyes, I
felt myself drift off into the perfect tantalize that was
sleep.
Sleep is death enjoyed. That’s a famous quote I heard
somewhere, but I’m not entirely sure who said it.
It’s completely true. Sleep is a momentary lapse in time
where you are allowed to be gone. You’re allowed to be
painless and possibly happy where you bathe yourself in your own
fantasies. You don’t need to uphold the stress that is kept
on your shoulders.
But it has to end. You have to wake up, you have to face reality
eventually.
Just like everything else, sleep is only temporary.
That’s something many people don’t understand.
Everything is only temporary. They fall for the illusion that
everything is infinite. They seem to think that the people they
trust now will be the people who will never betray them. They
like to think the people they love now will always be there. I
guess I was like that, too. A stupid fool.
Nothing is forever. Nothing is completely guaranteed. You are not
promised tomorrow. The people you love are not promised tomorrow.
Nothing is vowed and anything can happen.
I awoke with these thoughts in my head without the slightest idea
of how they got there. The first sight I saw when I woke up was
Anthony.
“It’s kind of upsetting,” I murmured to
myself.
“What is?” he asked, overhearing me.
“The fact that nothing’s guaranteed.”
He pondered the thought for a moment. “Well, there is one
thing.”
“What’s that?”
He rolled his head to look at me. “The only thing life
guarantees is death.”
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I'm talking to are absolutely convinced I'm going to get
my book published.
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