November 2, 2003
Her eyes floated faintly while screaming out in pain and fatigue, blurred and droopy, lost in oblivion. The weekend has ended and soon they must peer out at blinking screens and fluorescent hues of meeting papers and hurried work. Keyboard clicks and Monday morning's cold entry into icy flakes of sanded streets reaching out for warmth in a caffienated jolt of nicotine stained fingers. Now there is comfort to be found in a warm bed of covered quilts and the dream filled void of the night. Warm skin trickling across my smooth surface in a dripping cacophony of soundless heat.