|Leonardo da Vinci - A Copse of Trees|
Clumsy words spill without constraint when emotions are in control. Irene enjoyed the contrast of cool cotton sheets and Billy’s warm touch against her skin. It’s too soon, but the words tumbled from her swollen lips. “Billy I want to jump into a chalk drawing with you.” She watched the words cross from her mouth to his ear. He didn't say anything. She tugged at the sheet dragging it up and over her face. What’s wrong with me she mumbled into the sheet; she always wills a response, at the very least acknowledgement of whatever her serious plight happens to be. Tragically, she's left disappointed with the negligent object, and herself for having such a defective will.
Billy stirred. She hadn't noticed he’d been asleep all along. She sighed deeply - the warmth of her breath caused her to fling the sheet off her face. She surfaced and in doing so smacked her nose into Billy’s open mouth.
They fell back onto the pillows laughing. It was alright; she’d not blown it with her clumsy words, at least not for tonight.
Sunlight filtered into the room catching dust particles in a morning dance. Billy was curled into her and had gone back to softly snoring into her ear. Everything felt surreal that morning. She didn't want to wake him so she lay staring at the dust dance for what felt like an eternity. It was not in the least boring, but her bladder was screaming for relief. It only took the smallest of moves to wake Billy. He pulled her back into position, and kissed the back of her neck. “Good morning beautiful” She rushed a good morning and pulled herself out of bed, and was out of the room before he spoke. He propped himself up on an elbow and screamed in the direction of the open door. “Don’t be long bitch” She heard Billy’s voice through the toilet door but couldn't make out what he said. After relieving herself, she went into the bathroom and washed her hands and the sleep out of her eyes.
She went back to the bedroom and stood in the doorway.
“I was peeeeeeeing! Did you want me to get something?”
He patted the bed and shook his head. The sun had disappeared along with the dancing dust. The room felt different as she moved toward the bed. It felt deathly cold. Then he said the oddest thing, paralysing her mid step.
“Where were you Irene?”
It wasn't really the words that were odd - it was the look on his face. He was angry. She’d only been gone a few minutes. Surely, she thought, he’s kidding.
“I've been to the moon to get some cheese!” Irene had an army of throw away lines in the ready.
(The next part happened so quickly that Irene felt certain she must have had a break with reality.)
Billy jumped out of bed and stood a foot from her, fully naked, ranting about never leaving his side unless asking first. It quickly became obvious to her, he wasn't kidding. The room started to spin, turning everything in her sight into a blur - she managed to steady herself against the wall. She bit her bottom lip in the way she does when nervous. This time she could taste blood. She wanted to speak but her mind wouldn't settle on what to say. Instead she turned and started walking out the door, but she didn't make it. He caught her shoulder and dragged her back into the room.
Still she said - nothing.