Writer: If Tomorrow Never Comes
Nov. 13th, 2009 10:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticSo I made a promise to myself
To say each day how much she means to me
And avoid that circumstance
Where there's no second chance to tell her how I feel
It was two o'clock in the morning and as usual Peter was fighting a case of insomnia. He hardly ever had a restful night these days. Most of the time he would wake at some point in the middle of the night and stare up at the ceiling. Then he would wait, listening to the steady breathing of the woman beside him. Sometimes Peter would need to reach out and touch her. Her presence soothed him in a way that nothing else could, and eventually Peter would fall asleep again.
This time Peter wasn't going to be soothed back to sleep. Carefully he slid out of bed and put on his clothes. He paused to make sure his movements hadn't disturbed his sleeping wife. The woman was stretched out on her side of the bed, her lips pulled in a peaceful smile and her eyes closed. A small smile formed on Peter's lips seeing this. Then he turned away again and finished dressing.
Peter wanted to believe that there would be a day when he wouldn't have to do this anymore. When he would be able to spend every day with his family and not have to wake suddenly in the middle of the night with a pounding heart. Or leave in the early hours of the morning like he was doing now. But their world wasn't safe for people like them, and until it was Peter could never rest.
He stopped by his son's room, hovering in the doorway for a moment just to watch the boy sleep. Then Peter moved on to his daughter's room, and back to the master bedroom. No matter how many times he did this he would still feel a shiver of fear before going out. As powerful as he was with all of his abilities, Peter still worried about death. He had two beautiful children needing a father and a wife he loved more than anything.
Peter stood over the bed, taking his wife's hand in his own. His thumb ran over her ring finger and then lifted her hand to kiss it softly. Their wedding rings were side by side on the bedside table. Peter took his and slipped it on his finger. He kissed the sleeping woman's hand again, squeezing it tightly in his own. He leaned over, pushing her hair behind her ear gently.
"I love you," he whispered. "I love you so much." He felt her hand twitch in his own and Peter smiled, leaning down to brush his lips against hers. "I'll be back soon," he told her. As he headed out the door he hoped he could fulfill that promise to her.
To say each day how much she means to me
And avoid that circumstance
Where there's no second chance to tell her how I feel
It was two o'clock in the morning and as usual Peter was fighting a case of insomnia. He hardly ever had a restful night these days. Most of the time he would wake at some point in the middle of the night and stare up at the ceiling. Then he would wait, listening to the steady breathing of the woman beside him. Sometimes Peter would need to reach out and touch her. Her presence soothed him in a way that nothing else could, and eventually Peter would fall asleep again.
This time Peter wasn't going to be soothed back to sleep. Carefully he slid out of bed and put on his clothes. He paused to make sure his movements hadn't disturbed his sleeping wife. The woman was stretched out on her side of the bed, her lips pulled in a peaceful smile and her eyes closed. A small smile formed on Peter's lips seeing this. Then he turned away again and finished dressing.
Peter wanted to believe that there would be a day when he wouldn't have to do this anymore. When he would be able to spend every day with his family and not have to wake suddenly in the middle of the night with a pounding heart. Or leave in the early hours of the morning like he was doing now. But their world wasn't safe for people like them, and until it was Peter could never rest.
He stopped by his son's room, hovering in the doorway for a moment just to watch the boy sleep. Then Peter moved on to his daughter's room, and back to the master bedroom. No matter how many times he did this he would still feel a shiver of fear before going out. As powerful as he was with all of his abilities, Peter still worried about death. He had two beautiful children needing a father and a wife he loved more than anything.
Peter stood over the bed, taking his wife's hand in his own. His thumb ran over her ring finger and then lifted her hand to kiss it softly. Their wedding rings were side by side on the bedside table. Peter took his and slipped it on his finger. He kissed the sleeping woman's hand again, squeezing it tightly in his own. He leaned over, pushing her hair behind her ear gently.
"I love you," he whispered. "I love you so much." He felt her hand twitch in his own and Peter smiled, leaning down to brush his lips against hers. "I'll be back soon," he told her. As he headed out the door he hoped he could fulfill that promise to her.