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tamingthemuseTitle: You Give Me Fever
Fandom: None-OC
Pairing: No explicit pairing
Warnings: None
Summary: It presses against me like a living thing, pushing reason from rhyme and reality from fantasy.
I’m laying on the sun and its melting into my skin, making me one with its power.
The heat pours through me with a fire that I’ve never known before, never wanted to know. I’ve lived in the desert without air conditioning, been trapped in Death Valley without water, but the heat was never this oppressive, this intimidating.
It makes me want to rake my nails over my skin and peel it off layer by layer.
I try to move my arms and find that I can’t. They are heavy with weight and just the thought of forcing them upward is tiring, exhausting. I can feel my chest rising and falling with every breath that I take and that even seems like effort. I just want to stop and rest.
But the heat pushes me on. It presses against me like a living thing, pushing reason from rhyme and reality from fantasy. My mind separates from my body and Blue Meanies race through tangerine trees and marmalade skies. I see things, colors that I’ve never imagined, words as pictures that paint across mind to soul, vibrating inside and outside my head.
I’m a goddess and a queen and the biggest whore in the universe at that moment when my mind finally clicks off and I’m left with darkness.
Somehow, the darkness is colder and less welcoming. I feel all the pains and hurts inside and it screams within me, aching for release. I’m gone, gone from here and there and everywhere, missing inside.
I’m suffocating with the cold. It freezes my lungs as the air moves in and out, crystallizing alveoli with each attempt.
Then sweet relief.
Each pore opens and my body makes rain. It rolls off my skin and soaks the sheet beneath me; my clothes stick to each droplet that seeps, greedily sucking it into fibers and weave to warp it to my shape. I am outlined in my own fluids and grateful for it.
The heavy heat, the tight and binding cold have been vanquished to the recesses of memory as sleep claims me in its wondrous embrace.
When I wake, it’s to the sweet smiling face of my wife, hovering over my bed with a look of concern on her face. Her touch is cool and welcome on my forehead as she looks down at me with a gentle smile that is so familiar and loving.
Soft fingers. Fingers that have touched my skin in passion and compassion, fingers that have prepared my food and danced across the palms of kings. I get lost in the feel of her as she dents the mattress beside me, her weight a comfortable counter to my lightness of being. I’ve seen the light and the dark, felt the heat and the cold, but this sight, simple as it is, is the very sight of home.
She holds my heart in her hand.
Exhausted from my illness, I let sleep overtake me. This is a different type of sleep, restive and healing instead. My dreams are pleasantly forgotten as I drift in the arms of my love, for I know that she is there and I am safe. I am home.
Fandom: None-OC
Pairing: No explicit pairing
Warnings: None
Summary: It presses against me like a living thing, pushing reason from rhyme and reality from fantasy.
I’m laying on the sun and its melting into my skin, making me one with its power.
The heat pours through me with a fire that I’ve never known before, never wanted to know. I’ve lived in the desert without air conditioning, been trapped in Death Valley without water, but the heat was never this oppressive, this intimidating.
It makes me want to rake my nails over my skin and peel it off layer by layer.
I try to move my arms and find that I can’t. They are heavy with weight and just the thought of forcing them upward is tiring, exhausting. I can feel my chest rising and falling with every breath that I take and that even seems like effort. I just want to stop and rest.
But the heat pushes me on. It presses against me like a living thing, pushing reason from rhyme and reality from fantasy. My mind separates from my body and Blue Meanies race through tangerine trees and marmalade skies. I see things, colors that I’ve never imagined, words as pictures that paint across mind to soul, vibrating inside and outside my head.
I’m a goddess and a queen and the biggest whore in the universe at that moment when my mind finally clicks off and I’m left with darkness.
Somehow, the darkness is colder and less welcoming. I feel all the pains and hurts inside and it screams within me, aching for release. I’m gone, gone from here and there and everywhere, missing inside.
I’m suffocating with the cold. It freezes my lungs as the air moves in and out, crystallizing alveoli with each attempt.
Then sweet relief.
Each pore opens and my body makes rain. It rolls off my skin and soaks the sheet beneath me; my clothes stick to each droplet that seeps, greedily sucking it into fibers and weave to warp it to my shape. I am outlined in my own fluids and grateful for it.
The heavy heat, the tight and binding cold have been vanquished to the recesses of memory as sleep claims me in its wondrous embrace.
When I wake, it’s to the sweet smiling face of my wife, hovering over my bed with a look of concern on her face. Her touch is cool and welcome on my forehead as she looks down at me with a gentle smile that is so familiar and loving.
Soft fingers. Fingers that have touched my skin in passion and compassion, fingers that have prepared my food and danced across the palms of kings. I get lost in the feel of her as she dents the mattress beside me, her weight a comfortable counter to my lightness of being. I’ve seen the light and the dark, felt the heat and the cold, but this sight, simple as it is, is the very sight of home.
She holds my heart in her hand.
Exhausted from my illness, I let sleep overtake me. This is a different type of sleep, restive and healing instead. My dreams are pleasantly forgotten as I drift in the arms of my love, for I know that she is there and I am safe. I am home.
