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Mar
She roamed around their home looking at all he had made for her, it was truly beautiful. She looked above the fireplace of the picture of them together, thinking of the way he had held her earlier and all the tender things he had told her. She listened to music that he had given her, smiling as she thought of the gift he had bought for her and was still coming in the mail. Her mind wandered to the way his voice had sounded when he was SO tired and she frowned. She had felt SO helpless, wanting so bad to “fix” it….to help him….and all she had seemed to do was make things worse.
He had assured her that was not the case. But she couldn’t help but wonder. He had done SO much for her and to her mind it seemed all she ever did was ask for MORE. She so dreaded to have to tell him the latest news…knowing that he would chastise her for even THINKING that way, but she couldn’t help it. She wandered around the dreaming rather aimlessly, not even sure what she was doing…just trying to find some way to calm her nerves and bring some rest to her weary mind.
She was about to give up all together and retire for the evening when suddenly he appeared. She was SO happy to see him but at the same time dreading to give him the “news” and worried that he was not resting himself. It was not long before she crawled up in his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. GOD…he was SO comforting. She felt like all her cares and worries could melt away here in his arms. THIS is where she was supposed to be….THIS was the only place in ALL the world that truly felt like home! “Love, what are you doing here?” she asked….wanting to chide him for staying up so late and at the same time let him know how grateful she was the he WAS still here and willing to come to her. “I was writing a bit!” he chirped! “Writing, huh?” she replied smiling, wondering what great thesis he had scribed this time. Quickly their conversation turned to the matter at hand. He handled the news with the grace and ease that he always did. She could feel her stomach twist as she told him, dreading to have to do it and he simply held her reassuring her it would all be ok, all the while she thought of the exhaustion she had heard in his voice the other day, wondering what part she had contributed to it. Her prince….she would do ANYTHING to help and yet she was…helpless. She tried not to think of it, concentrating on the calmness and steadiness of his voice NOW. “What were you writing now, love?” she inquired. “A story.” he replied. “A NEW story?” she asked, as her eyes lit up. “Well, yes.” he stated, very matter-of-factly. “When will I get to hear it?” she looked up at him. “Well, let me read it to you!” And so the tale began as she snuggled close in his arms listening to his calm, soft voice lull her mind and comfort her body. It was a tale of merchants and high seas and before long she was completely submerged. She listened intently to find “her part” ….knowing exactly when “her character” appeared. She smiled as he masterfully wove the tapestry of the story, almost able to feel the cold dampness of the sea as he spoke, her mind being cleansed of the earlier worries and once again living other lives and times at the beckoning of her architect, the Dreamweaver.
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