lunes, 11 de enero de 2010

INTO THE MOUNTAIN

"Let's run away," she whispered into the pillow where her face rested. A faint light entered through the thick cream curtains, just enough to discover both their bodies lying in a tangled mess of matresses and cushions on the bed, but too scarce to reveal any physical details of themselves.
"Where do you want to go?" He lifted a flock of her hair, that lay so spread out over her naked back and surrounding bed, and twirled it round in his finger almost unconciously. His eyes weren't even set on the hair, or the girl. Even though he aparently stared at the morning light that attempted to penetrate the curtains he was far away. Not just a blank stare. He was somewhere.
Silence hovered over the room for some time. Time passed but the ilumination in the room did not seem to change. All was still except for the slight movement of their chests as they breathed in and out. Such a slow and delicate motion that it could have benn spaced out by whole minutes.
She turned away from the pillow to look at him as her dark hair fell playfully on her face. The hair was caught in between some rays of perfect sunlight that had managed to enter the room through a breach in the curtains. It shone brown and then red for some seconds only to become again beautifully black as it fell over her eyes.
"Wherever," she said. A small frown appeared on her look as she thought lightly. "Why would it matter?"
The room became more shaded as a cloud covered the Sun outside. He released the flock of hair and was for the first time aware of the cold. Only her eyes and lips were now visible. The eyes glittered faintly, accompained by her lips everytime her facial expression changed.
It didn't matter. He thought. His lungs were filled as he took a deep breath. Almost as if the heaving of his chest was too much of a disturbance for the room, the bed creaked. The guitar set at the edge complained and sung a low note that hung endlessly in the atmosphere until the disturbances had quietend down.
He was now again looking at the curtains. This time blankly. The light had not restablished itself in the room.
His eyes set on her again, who continued to look at him with that faint frown.
A weak smile was drawn across his face which was echoed by her eyes.
"INTO THE MOUNTAIN."
There was no sound.

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