An Inspirational Women's Fiction title:
The moonlight pried its way between the slats of the blinds, slashing the bed covers to ribbons across their bodies. Nora tentatively drew her legs up, curling into herself, her back to the sleeping man beside her. Please don't wake up, oh please, oh please. She held her breath, afraid that even the tiniest exhalation would stir the air between them, reminding him of her presence.
Why was she here, she asked herself for the thousandth time. Why did she keep coming back when she knew it would just mean more pain, more heartache? What was it that kept drawing her back to him, to his arms, to his bed?
Like a druggie to the needle, like a drunk to the bottle, like a moth to the flame, like a fly to the web, like a.... The taunting voice inside her head paused, running out of stupid clichés to which she could compare herself. Why am I here? Oh God, where are you? A hot tear spilled from the corner of her eye, running down her temple and into her ear, where it pooled and tickled. She didn't wipe it away; all she needed now was for him to wake up and discover her crying.
Her low back ached from the pressure in her bladder, and she knew she couldn't hold it much longer. Sliding her feet from between the covers, she pushed herself up into a sitting position. She waited, afraid to turn and look at him, to see his eyes half open, watching her, his hands reaching for her.
But he didn't stir. She stood and took a step away from the bed.
The floor creaked and she froze.
“Mmpph.” He rolled onto his side and flung out his arm. It landed on her pillow, and his hand curled around the soft edges, pulling it toward him. She turned and fled the room.
Standing at the sink a few minutes later, she dropped her chin to her chest, and covered her face with both hands. Her tears began to fall in earnest. What was she going to do? How was she going to get out of this? Where would she go? Where could she go?
Tap-tap-tap! The punctuated rap of knuckles on the door startled her, and she let out a frightened squeak.
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