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[IF] November B - Sunrise
Nov. 27th, 2006 12:17 pmFrom a note left on the table in a hotel room somewhere...
Lincoln,
I know you’re more than a little aware of my penchant for bolting like a scared cat...this isn’t one of those times. Hence the whole purpose of leaving a note over a face to face farewell.
Because this isn’t a farewell...sorry, I’ve never been much good at the ‘went to the drugstore, be right back, Pookie’ sort of cutesy note, know what I mean? Not that this is one of those notes or anything...I mean, you and me aren’t in that place...
Anyway. It’s almost six AM and I can’t sleep worth a damn, and yes...I got restless, so I went out. Saw a little convenience store and fast food joint about a block and a half from the hotel when we got here, so I figure if I pick up some food, it’ll still be hot by the time I get back, and everyone will be up.
I almost woke you up to go with me...truth is, I didn’t sleep much last night period. I was watching you sleep...did you know that you snore? A lot? At least when you’re on your back...you stop when you roll on your side. I’m willing to bet it’s some sort of deviated septum thing.
So I was watching you sleep, and the sun came up. That curtain by the door was open, so I watched you sleep while the sun rose...and it was interesting. I didn’t face the window, I just lay there next to you...watching the light spill over your face, soft at first and then brighter. It made your skin almost glow as it turned from this weird, pretty sort of gold to actual sunlight...then made you snort and snuffle and rub your face.
Then you nearly brained me in the forehead with your chin when you pulled me close and hid from the sun with your face in my hair.
Okay, so this wasn’t *supposed* to be a love letter...but what do you know? It turned into unmitigated sap. But...I mean...I guess we deserve it, don’t we? I know you do...to know how I really feel, even if it’s something stupid like the fact that waking up next to you felt so damn good. And I’d never have the guts to tell you something like this face to face.
I’ve seen a lot of gorgeous sunrises on the road and on the run...but my favorite so far was the one I saw on your face this morning.
So...I’ll be back in a bit.
Promise.
-Kate
Muse: Kate Austen
Fandom: LOST
Words: 444
Lincoln,
I know you’re more than a little aware of my penchant for bolting like a scared cat...this isn’t one of those times. Hence the whole purpose of leaving a note over a face to face farewell.
Because this isn’t a farewell...sorry, I’ve never been much good at the ‘went to the drugstore, be right back, Pookie’ sort of cutesy note, know what I mean? Not that this is one of those notes or anything...I mean, you and me aren’t in that place...
Anyway. It’s almost six AM and I can’t sleep worth a damn, and yes...I got restless, so I went out. Saw a little convenience store and fast food joint about a block and a half from the hotel when we got here, so I figure if I pick up some food, it’ll still be hot by the time I get back, and everyone will be up.
I almost woke you up to go with me...truth is, I didn’t sleep much last night period. I was watching you sleep...did you know that you snore? A lot? At least when you’re on your back...you stop when you roll on your side. I’m willing to bet it’s some sort of deviated septum thing.
So I was watching you sleep, and the sun came up. That curtain by the door was open, so I watched you sleep while the sun rose...and it was interesting. I didn’t face the window, I just lay there next to you...watching the light spill over your face, soft at first and then brighter. It made your skin almost glow as it turned from this weird, pretty sort of gold to actual sunlight...then made you snort and snuffle and rub your face.
Then you nearly brained me in the forehead with your chin when you pulled me close and hid from the sun with your face in my hair.
Okay, so this wasn’t *supposed* to be a love letter...but what do you know? It turned into unmitigated sap. But...I mean...I guess we deserve it, don’t we? I know you do...to know how I really feel, even if it’s something stupid like the fact that waking up next to you felt so damn good. And I’d never have the guts to tell you something like this face to face.
I’ve seen a lot of gorgeous sunrises on the road and on the run...but my favorite so far was the one I saw on your face this morning.
So...I’ll be back in a bit.
Promise.
-Kate
Muse: Kate Austen
Fandom: LOST
Words: 444
