He's laying in bed and watches as the moonlight is slowly creeping in the room, sneaking through the half drawn curtains. He’s in his bed waiting for sleep’s sweet embrace to take him but Morpheus is obviously busy having fun someplace else.
Thoughts cross his mind. Thoughts of her, thoughts of the life they should have shared if only he had a bit more faith in her. If only he had more faith in her love for him. But he never believed in love and since he was alone in his bed, it would appear he did not believe in her either.
Guardian Angels and special Demons? Nope! He had no faith in them either. Sometimes he wished he still believed but he just didn’t. Not anymore! And if a man seizes to have faith in his own Demons then what has he got left to believe in?
A Guardian Angel is easy to forget about. Happens all the time to everybody. Their presence and influence can only be truly felt when your life is going according to the ‘plan’ and you are busy flying high on happiness, contentment and self-importance. Usually, by definition almost, you are getting so much fun out of life it’s understandable that you fail to notice them.
Your own personal Demon on the other hand is there when your life is... Let’s face it, shit! It has gone so bad you wonder what’s the point of it all. So that’s the time their presence can be sensed and boy do you notice them! Every thought and dream you have is their domain and once they move in it takes a miracle to get rid off.
But all that is more or less known and understandable. Basically if you are living a charmed life then you are oblivious to anything and if you are suffering; your Demons are your bedfellows.
So how messed up must someone be to forget about his demons, to stop believing in them though they are there in everything he does?
Yet here he is. In his bed bathed in the pale moonlight. He is, as always, alone and the only thing that worries him is that he should try and get some sleep.
He missed them! His demons… His Demon! Her, he missed her. She knew his desires. She was after all his. She was his not so moral compass. She always pointed him down the wrong path of course but at least she pointed him down a path! Any path! He missed her so much, almost like missing a lover. In fact, exactly like an absent lover!
In the half-light he saw a form silhouetted against the door. Her shadow casting a strange shape on the bedroom wall. He watches carefully as the form slowly changes to a figure he’s seen so many times before. The figure of the woman he loved and yet forsaken. He knows he’s dreaming. He knows it can’t possibly be her. She’s gone. He looks closer; his eyes trying to pierce the dark corners. Yes, it must be her, his Angel. She has come back to him! His sweet, loving Angel.
He knows why she’s here. She’s come to gloat, she has come to see what has become of the man she once loved and who betrayed her. A lover scorned, rejected by the one man she so willingly gave everything, only to be cast aside. She has come to see life take the revenge she so desires.
He knows he must look a mess as he lays in his bed, a man with no beliefs and no hope, all alone in the cool light! What a welcome sight for her beautiful eyes he must be. As the curtain flatters in the warm summer breeze he can see the moonlight reflected in her smile or maybe it is a sneer, which uncovers her perfect teeth?
He reaches for a cigarette; if he’s going to be stared at he might as well try and give a show. He fumbles in the semi-darkness for a box of matches and with eyes half shut he strikes one on the wall. Always the showman, it’s one of the reasons she loved him and was so attracted to him!
He takes a long drag from the cigarette and almost has a heart attack as a hand snakes its way on his chest and takes the cigarette out of his mouth. He turns to the side as a voice whispers in his ear; a sweet, croaky half-sleepy voice.
-"Babe, what you doing still awake?"
A kiss, a lazy kiss, and the cigarette is returned to his mouth as her blonde hair, almost white in this off worldly light, hides the face he didn’t even remember was there with him.
So it appears he is not alone in his bed, bathed by the moonlight after all. He turns back to look at ‘her’, standing close to the door. He can see better now, the moon at its highest point of its nightly stroll across the sky. It’s not a sneer that shapes her beautiful mouth! It’s a smile, a wide and satisfied smile and as he looks closely he realises that it’s not ‘her’ either. At least not who he thought of as ‘she’ only a moment ago. And this one, he knew, hasn’t come to gloat; no, she has come to watch him, to watch over him and once again do show him the wrong path to follow.
-"Welcome back, my guide." He whispers.
-"I missed you." It’s her soft reply.
He closes his eyes to sleep, Morpheus be damned.
Thoughts cross his mind. Thoughts of her, thoughts of the life they should have shared if only he had a bit more faith in her. If only he had more faith in her love for him. But he never believed in love and since he was alone in his bed, it would appear he did not believe in her either.
Guardian Angels and special Demons? Nope! He had no faith in them either. Sometimes he wished he still believed but he just didn’t. Not anymore! And if a man seizes to have faith in his own Demons then what has he got left to believe in?
A Guardian Angel is easy to forget about. Happens all the time to everybody. Their presence and influence can only be truly felt when your life is going according to the ‘plan’ and you are busy flying high on happiness, contentment and self-importance. Usually, by definition almost, you are getting so much fun out of life it’s understandable that you fail to notice them.
Your own personal Demon on the other hand is there when your life is... Let’s face it, shit! It has gone so bad you wonder what’s the point of it all. So that’s the time their presence can be sensed and boy do you notice them! Every thought and dream you have is their domain and once they move in it takes a miracle to get rid off.
But all that is more or less known and understandable. Basically if you are living a charmed life then you are oblivious to anything and if you are suffering; your Demons are your bedfellows.
So how messed up must someone be to forget about his demons, to stop believing in them though they are there in everything he does?
Yet here he is. In his bed bathed in the pale moonlight. He is, as always, alone and the only thing that worries him is that he should try and get some sleep.
He missed them! His demons… His Demon! Her, he missed her. She knew his desires. She was after all his. She was his not so moral compass. She always pointed him down the wrong path of course but at least she pointed him down a path! Any path! He missed her so much, almost like missing a lover. In fact, exactly like an absent lover!
In the half-light he saw a form silhouetted against the door. Her shadow casting a strange shape on the bedroom wall. He watches carefully as the form slowly changes to a figure he’s seen so many times before. The figure of the woman he loved and yet forsaken. He knows he’s dreaming. He knows it can’t possibly be her. She’s gone. He looks closer; his eyes trying to pierce the dark corners. Yes, it must be her, his Angel. She has come back to him! His sweet, loving Angel.
He knows why she’s here. She’s come to gloat, she has come to see what has become of the man she once loved and who betrayed her. A lover scorned, rejected by the one man she so willingly gave everything, only to be cast aside. She has come to see life take the revenge she so desires.
He knows he must look a mess as he lays in his bed, a man with no beliefs and no hope, all alone in the cool light! What a welcome sight for her beautiful eyes he must be. As the curtain flatters in the warm summer breeze he can see the moonlight reflected in her smile or maybe it is a sneer, which uncovers her perfect teeth?
He reaches for a cigarette; if he’s going to be stared at he might as well try and give a show. He fumbles in the semi-darkness for a box of matches and with eyes half shut he strikes one on the wall. Always the showman, it’s one of the reasons she loved him and was so attracted to him!
He takes a long drag from the cigarette and almost has a heart attack as a hand snakes its way on his chest and takes the cigarette out of his mouth. He turns to the side as a voice whispers in his ear; a sweet, croaky half-sleepy voice.
-"Babe, what you doing still awake?"
A kiss, a lazy kiss, and the cigarette is returned to his mouth as her blonde hair, almost white in this off worldly light, hides the face he didn’t even remember was there with him.
So it appears he is not alone in his bed, bathed by the moonlight after all. He turns back to look at ‘her’, standing close to the door. He can see better now, the moon at its highest point of its nightly stroll across the sky. It’s not a sneer that shapes her beautiful mouth! It’s a smile, a wide and satisfied smile and as he looks closely he realises that it’s not ‘her’ either. At least not who he thought of as ‘she’ only a moment ago. And this one, he knew, hasn’t come to gloat; no, she has come to watch him, to watch over him and once again do show him the wrong path to follow.
-"Welcome back, my guide." He whispers.
-"I missed you." It’s her soft reply.
He closes his eyes to sleep, Morpheus be damned.
