A Short Narrative

Lying there beside her. Completely removed from the stark reality of the outside world. No, here is a different place. A place of peaceful solitude. As if in a dream, a sense of calm immerses every particle of matter. A place without time. A universal constant. No other place could allow more of a feeling of 'oneness', an understanding of ones' soul.

Traditional characters of the Action adventurer genre come to mind. Somewhat modified versions of James Bond, or Marlin Brando. Faceless, defined only by their actions, and relation to others. Mesmerized by their perfection, ability to be accepted and loved by others. This is what has drawn him to this character. Re envisioned by so many authors, directors, storytellers; the man who can achieve everything but take nothing. No wonder it's been his goal to become this character, for it's how he feels on the inside. Yet, the real world lacks the comical physics of serials. Such a character cannot trek through a journey with such predictability. Armed with the realization of a new, or old, persona he can begin this new adventure, to which no pages are written.

"And this is the part where the Hero would say ' You have no idea, do you?'" he says allowed, starring up into nothing, as if envisioning the way it should happen... the way it 'would'. " How much I love you ". Transfixed into his cranial cinema, as if reading a rule book or traveler's guide. Absorbing the 'realness' and truly alienating feeling of consciousness. 

Waking from his illusion, he rolls over with the spryness of an exited child. Straddling her, with his elbows above her shoulders, she cradles her arms around his torso craving, if only, his body on hers. Starring deeply into her, a striking blue gaze as sharp as january air, his eyes divulge a concentrated demeanor. 

Contrast to a ratio of playfulness and sarcasm. At no moment could a more serious, wakeful, tone be peering into her. " The thing is," an empty pause seemingly relaxes every muscle in his body. Split second transforms a rigid structure to malleable clay. Sighing, his mouth now near her ear. " You're just as much the Hero as I am, and you Do have an idea how much I love you."

Time seems to stand still. Effortlessly remaining as one, he breaths in, smelling her sweet scent. A strange feeling of solemnness approaches. As if the sense of isolation within his own mind, the comfort and inhibition, has been redirected to the feeling of her. Equal in his mind, to that of himself.

Rising up, their eyes meet once again. A chilling stare, now replaced with a somber reflection. It must be an illusion she thought, as if his color truly DID change. Instead of a quiet grin on his face accompanied by a passionate kiss, only delicate frown paired with those eyes. Not of disappointment, but of discouragement. Gently falling once again to her side, his nose nestles her warm arm. His arm outstretches around her opposite shoulder, resting between her breasts. A grip of infinite patience and passion flow through his entire existence, into his arm, through his hand, and past his fingertips. Waiting and fearing the inevitable return from this dream, back into reality...