[308] Together

Hello,

STORY:

We’ll move out to some old countryside town, where the roads are lined with stone walls covered in moss and disappear into the fog faster than they can escape into the horizon. Our home will have a history to it that neither of us can speak to, but the well-worn stairs will creak out their stories as we trespass across them. The whitewashed walls will be lined with dark wooden rafters and the shuttered windows will sway and rattle in the wind at night. We’ll drink coffee on the porch in the morning as the dew of the fields reflects the first greeting of the nascent sun. When it’s cold, I’ll wear those old knit sweaters with patches on the elbows. “Ahh, the professor” you’ll say, ever the mischievous glint in your eye. We’ll fuck and fuck some more to let the days slip us by as we clutch tightly to each other. The moments themselves will seem to last forever, sustained by our prayers that they never change. How can the passage of time matter when my universe is pressed so tightly against me? Our child will be born and suddenly our hearts live outside ourselves. Something has managed to take everything that we are and unapologetically shove it aside. Life accelerates, curling and crashing in countless flashes of joyous moments, an ever-swirling cocktail of emotions, and abject horror at the sheer quantity of shit such a tiny creature can produce. Yet, through all the chaos, we still SEE each other. Something as simple as a lock of hair falling in front of your tired face will ignite an endless stream of loving memories. When you titter out a laugh it still fills the room with joy and, in intimacy, our bond has grown, as we have gone from lovers to partners in raising our love.

Critique: https://www.reddit.com/r/DestructiveReaders/comments/wn7lfy/478_psychopomp/ilfb388/