I wanted the feeling of contentment that I
received from that moment to live on inside me forever. I wanted it to be
something that I held close to my heart until the day that it stopped pulsing
with blood.
I
woke up in the middle of the night and gently got out of bed. Bas, I had
started calling him that incessantly as a substitute for ‘baby’ which irritated
me to no end, was sprawled across the sheets and breathing softly. He never
snored, nor did he like to grab me and press his hot body against mine while we
slept. It was so comforting knowing that I could move around and do what I
wanted in bed, without the constraints of cuddling. Most of the time I slipped
off to sleep easily, but tonight something had kept in a state of barely awake
consciousness.
As
I lay in bed I could hear the sound of insects and the sway of trees. It was a
chorus of things that didn’t allow me to move onto the next stage of deeper
sleep. I padded my way over to the window and swung it open. They were old
style French glass windows with six panes on each side and two ornate handles.