By sarah dragonfleyes@excite.com
Date: 13 January 2001
the fog, part II
i woke.
my bed drenched in sweat, my body covered with saltiness.
i brought my tongue to the back of my hand, licked, tasted myself.
my candle was in a pool of half hardened wax, the last flickering of the flame just a glowering ember, ready to give itself to the night.
i stepped out of bed, pulling on my robe, covering my naked flesh.
the house was empty accept for myself.
i lived alone.
have since i was a small child. i went downstairs, for some water, my throat dry and hoarse.
he was there.
in my kitchen, i knew him before he said a word. though i had never seen him in all my life, just heard of him....
my eyes glanced from him to the window, as the reality dawned on me that the fog had lifted.
and here sat a legend, and now i was a part of it.
he smelled of the sea. the dampness of the night, pungent odor of someone long distanced from life.
and had a long journey back...
i asked him what he wanted.....
he said one word.
you.
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