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Carl - from The Hollow Mountain by Cybele May
CARL
It is. I love you, Miriam. I love you so deep down and so fierce that sometimes I scare myself. I think sometimes that maybe I could just hold you, but I’m afraid I’d hold you too tight, that I would crush you, I feel so strongly. I tremble at night thinking about you--I’ll sit downstairs in my study and I’ll hear you upstairs running the bath, then I’ll hear the water turn off, and the sound of you slipping into the water. And the gentle sound of you as you relax in the tub, then soap yourself, rinse off. The thought of you as I hear the drain and hear the water run off of you as you stand up. I can hear the towels soak up the beads of water off of your skin. I can see it in my mind as you’ve bent over, put the towel around your head, the water droplets dancing on your back, and then you’ll bind up your hair in the towel, put your robe on and pad down the hall in your bare feet to your room and shut the door behind you. I won’t hear from you until morning. ... Ida will make breakfast and bring me the coffee in the study and I’ll wait until I hear you come down before I go into the kitchen. I’m so afraid to be taken unawares by you.
I’m afraid to be alone with you. I’m afraid of this house, being here with you in this house.
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posted by Cybele
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