The scream woke her. It was the kind of scream that makes the hair on the back of grown men’s necks stand on end, the kind that imparts true terror, the kind that—back in olden days—would have had pioneers grabbing their rifles and looking overhead for the dark, sleek shape of a panther.
She sat up in bed, white sheets clutched to her naked frame, sweat trickling down the curve of her spine. Her rapid pulse fluttered visibly at the base of her neck. She looked around the empty, dark room as her breathing steadied and tried to remember what had frightened her so. Because the unnerving sound had been fueled by the air in her lungs.
The dream slowly came back, flitting in and out of the wisps of her consciousness.
She had been penning a confession. If she closed her eyes she could almost make
out the words:
Right now I feel very alone. I need holding. Pitiful isn’t it. I need someone to talk to. Someone who listens. I need to be kissed. Both gently and roughly. I need to be wanted. And not just sexually. I need to be wanted in a way that transcends all rationale. I need wanting in a way that no man can ever realistically maintain. Because even the most interesting, gleaming, sparkly thing becomes commonplace with day-to-day exposure.
Admitting her need to be wanted left her raw and exposed. That’s what had prompted the fear. But it was the realization that the need would never be met that rent the scream that sliced the air.
If you’ve noticed my lack of posting over the past few days, then I’m humbled. You see, I got intimidated. This is my hundredth post and as it is a significant milestone I wanted the words to be special… meaningful. And then I couldn’t decide what to write or how to write it. Finally I settled on this. The writing could be much better, but the story it tells comes from a very real place. Lastly, but certainly not least, I want to thank you all so much for reading, following, commenting, liking, emailing, etc. You’ve brought a balance to my life that was missing and I truly cherish the lovely souls I’m privileged to interact with here in this corner of the virtual world.