I raised my wrist above my head and looked at my watch
Six pm
My arm fell back onto the mattress like a lead weight
Zero strength
Where did the day go
What did I miss
Gina beside me
Gina said, I'm here for you, I'm with you tonight
John
I repeated, tonight?
Tonight and always, Johnny
I felt heavy and weak
Outta shape
I felt Gina beside me
She took my hand and pressed it to her breast
Gina said, I'm your heartbeat
She put her hand on my chest
Your my heartbeat
"Say it, Johnny."
It wasn't a request
I repeated you're my heartbeat, I'm your heartbeat
Even in this altered, semi-asleep state
The words seemed corny, like two middle school kids
Words vaguely familiar
I wanted to laugh but only smiled
Words deadly serious to her
What's so funny, Johnny
We need each other, we're better together than apart
Johnny
She continued, you're my friend, my confessor, lover
Husband
I said, you're my friend, confessor, lover, wife
Wife?
Wait a minute, does this mean no sleeping on the sofa
I remember thinking that I should propose
Cobble some words together, poet
Poet
Gina, I can't wake up, keep falling back into dreams
Dark dreams
Gina edges closer
She's warm, naked smells like chocolet, patchouli, tobacco,
Newports
The scent, I can't quite make it out, the brand name
Breath like...
Like Glenlivet?
She smells like Maxine except younger, more muscular
Hands come up dragging me back down into darkness
Her hands, Gina's hands
Maxine's hands
Her influence
Into dreams
Unfinished business in...where-ever
Hell?
How come I can't wake up?
Gina
I gave you Quviviq to help you sleep, hon
Like eight hours ago
Swim to the surface, my love.
I'm here waiting for you
On the beach
I need you to wake up, Johnny
***
In the shower, both of us
Hot water
Hot Water Music, my first exposure to Bukowski
Gina had both her palms against either side of my face
Like a vice
Surprisingly strong, she is
"Look at me, Johnny."
I looked into her eyes
Beautiful eyes
"It's just the two of us now, you and me"
I repeated, you and me
Gina said, On the street you're stone cold
Gina said, You make the life and death decisions
You do the work.
Heart breaking, soul destroying work
"But once you cross over my threshold you're home
This is where you rest, sleep, eat, recharge
Your body belongs to me
For pleasure and protection
Here I protect you
From the violence that occupies your mind.
And I have medicine to help you plunge into dreams
So deep
Sleep buries the past
Meds so strong they wipe out guilt
Leave decisions to me, Johnny
I'm here for you
Welcome home darling."
About the Creator
David Parham
Writer, Filmmaker, Digital artist.
The ever Changing Complexities of Life, Fear, Mysteries and Capturing that which may not be there Tomorrow.
Complex, Change, Fear, Mystery, Tomorrow & Capture. Six reasons I write.
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