mystmarimatt

Tecoyah, I like your willingness to play with the usage of the earring, that was inventive. Good job.

Here we go:

The first echoes of sunlight, a subtle glow, rose from the tops of the trees in distance. He was surprised by this. He had figured the city lights would drown out any natural light that might have occurred at this hour. He enjoyed it, though. It was nice. Something natural. Something apart from the fluorescent, hollow lights of the cityscape. Looking down, on his almost poetic appearance, he sighed. Only a tuxedo, un-tucked, tie loosened and neck unbuttoned could somehow achieve an appearance that could be described as ‘poetic.’ But he was. That’s what she had said earlier. He looked down to his left. She wore a satin evening dress, a deep burgundy, with a corseted torso. Asleep, she looked regal. Beautiful. Even if her hair was mussed from laying her head in his lap as she slept. And despite her light snoring. He didn’t mind, though. Flicking one of her earrings, he mused to himself that the image of both of them here probably looked even more poetic than just himself. Their bodies sweetly entwined. The empty bottle of wine that lay in her lap, clasped by her soft. ineffectual hands, its neck barely escaping the brown bag in which it was hidden, probably completed the picture. Although, it probably gave the image of these two souls a much more gothic feeling. More than anything romantic. Suddenly, a clinking noise further down the path alerted him to the morning caretakers, come to pick up trash, and dust the statues that lived on their marble pedestals, waiting for time to unlock them. A war hero and a fairy, a writer and an animal. He wondered, then, if he were to sit ever so still, and if she were not to move her body in any way, would the caretakers simply move past them, thinking that they, too, were just statues waiting for time to unlock them? He wouldn’t mind if time were to lock up this very moment, just so he could stay in it forever. It was just that poetic.

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Words of Wisdom:

If you could really get to know someone and know that they weren't lying to you, then you would know the world was real. Because you could agree on things, you could compare notes. That must be why people get married or make Art. So they'll be able to really know something and not go insane.