"Better to write just thoughts which have
got wisdom a lot than a whole book that is not even worth
referring for its quotes by a sensible reader and yet be regarded
as a published author or celebrity."
~Anuj Somany
~Anuj Somany
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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.”
So my teacher, an author I'm in contact with, and the few editors I'm talking to are absolutely convinced I'm going to get my book published.
*I don't notify, please don't ask.*
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.”
So my teacher, an author I'm in contact with, and the few editors I'm talking to are absolutely convinced I'm going to get my book published.
*I don't notify, please don't ask.*
