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his eyes. I cannot describe how beautiful I was, but I will never look at myself the same way. I felt him enter the water to swim toward me, knowing he would sink. He thought sinking wouldn’t be so bad if he were only closer to me when he went under.
I woke up feeling overwhelmingly sad. Would Alfred really sink, just to be near me? I wasn’t sure what to think, but I was too tired to analyze. It had been too long since I’d had a good night’s sleep. Snuggling further down under the covers, my hand clutching the sheets beneath my chin, I sighed, remembering the dream. It had been an incredible experience to see myself as someone else did. Part of me wanted to thank him.
But if he knew what I’d seen, he might also realize I knew he’d been aroused.
* * * *
Over the next few days, Alfred and I didn’t speak much. He made a point of staying busy, and I threw myself back into training. But, my mind kept wandering back to the dream. It had been such an eye opening experience for me. Knowing the way he saw me was probably the best compliment I’d ever received, and I couldn’t express my thanks. Through him, I saw all of me and I accepted it. I saw my imperfections, but didn’t resent them. They were visible, but dulled by my glow. I had sort of an ethereal glow.
He wasn’t blinded by my beauty. Rather he chose to let it overshadow my flaws, even though he saw them. He did not even appear to notice or care about my scars.
Alfred looked at me as if I were a work of art, and not an object. I’d never felt so much like a woman, nor so proud to be one. How do you say ‘thank you’ for reading someone’s mind? Especially when you weren’t supposed to be there.
* * * *
I slumped to the training room floor, my body exhausted, mind still racing with the thoughts of my conflicting emotions. I had tried everything possible over the past two weeks to get Alfred and Marco out of my head. “If you can keep them out of your head, you can keep them out of your bed,” I kept telling myself. I wasn’t entirely sure that line of thinking was correct, but it helped me sleep at night.
RED
Tracey H. Kitts
37
I looked up at the solid steel knight I’d been fencing with. “Well there you go,” I said to myself. Putting my hand on his cold metal foot for balance, I rose to my feet. I placed the rapier I’d practiced with to my forehead, and made a dramatic bow. Then with a flourish and a swish, replaced the blade to its holster at my hip. I took a step toward the dummy, propping my head against his arm. The cold steel felt good against my overheated face. “My knight in shining armor,” I breathed.
“Well, aren’t we morose?”
I turned to see Kat making her way across the training room, her white pants reflected in the highly polished wood of the floor. I’d always thought Kathryn looked good in white. I leaned more heavily on the knight, suddenly feeling my days of nearly endless training.
“Not that it isn’t good to see you, Kat, but to what do I owe the pleasure?”
She held a sparkling piece of jewelry to the light. “I came to return your necklace.”
I leaned forward, releasing the knight in order to inspect the necklace more closely. “Kat, you borrowed this last year.”
“Bout time I brought it back then, don’t you think?”
“Why don’t you just admit you came by to check on me?”
“Ok. Fine, I came by to check on you. And just in time, it would seem. You’re talking to dummies for crying out loud.”
With a melodramatic flourish of my wrist, I motioned toward the statue as I said,
“Kathryn, meet Don.” I turned to the knight with a smile. “You’re not a dummy, are you Don?” I said playfully.
“Don? As in Don Quixote?” She laughed. “Gees, you really are losing it, Lil.”
She motioned toward the knight. “Your knight in shining armor, huh?”
With a sigh, I placed my hands on both her shoulders. “Darling, this is as close as I’m likely to
I woke up feeling overwhelmingly sad. Would Alfred really sink, just to be near me? I wasn’t sure what to think, but I was too tired to analyze. It had been too long since I’d had a good night’s sleep. Snuggling further down under the covers, my hand clutching the sheets beneath my chin, I sighed, remembering the dream. It had been an incredible experience to see myself as someone else did. Part of me wanted to thank him.
But if he knew what I’d seen, he might also realize I knew he’d been aroused.
* * * *
Over the next few days, Alfred and I didn’t speak much. He made a point of staying busy, and I threw myself back into training. But, my mind kept wandering back to the dream. It had been such an eye opening experience for me. Knowing the way he saw me was probably the best compliment I’d ever received, and I couldn’t express my thanks. Through him, I saw all of me and I accepted it. I saw my imperfections, but didn’t resent them. They were visible, but dulled by my glow. I had sort of an ethereal glow.
He wasn’t blinded by my beauty. Rather he chose to let it overshadow my flaws, even though he saw them. He did not even appear to notice or care about my scars.
Alfred looked at me as if I were a work of art, and not an object. I’d never felt so much like a woman, nor so proud to be one. How do you say ‘thank you’ for reading someone’s mind? Especially when you weren’t supposed to be there.
* * * *
I slumped to the training room floor, my body exhausted, mind still racing with the thoughts of my conflicting emotions. I had tried everything possible over the past two weeks to get Alfred and Marco out of my head. “If you can keep them out of your head, you can keep them out of your bed,” I kept telling myself. I wasn’t entirely sure that line of thinking was correct, but it helped me sleep at night.
RED
Tracey H. Kitts
37
I looked up at the solid steel knight I’d been fencing with. “Well there you go,” I said to myself. Putting my hand on his cold metal foot for balance, I rose to my feet. I placed the rapier I’d practiced with to my forehead, and made a dramatic bow. Then with a flourish and a swish, replaced the blade to its holster at my hip. I took a step toward the dummy, propping my head against his arm. The cold steel felt good against my overheated face. “My knight in shining armor,” I breathed.
“Well, aren’t we morose?”
I turned to see Kat making her way across the training room, her white pants reflected in the highly polished wood of the floor. I’d always thought Kathryn looked good in white. I leaned more heavily on the knight, suddenly feeling my days of nearly endless training.
“Not that it isn’t good to see you, Kat, but to what do I owe the pleasure?”
She held a sparkling piece of jewelry to the light. “I came to return your necklace.”
I leaned forward, releasing the knight in order to inspect the necklace more closely. “Kat, you borrowed this last year.”
“Bout time I brought it back then, don’t you think?”
“Why don’t you just admit you came by to check on me?”
“Ok. Fine, I came by to check on you. And just in time, it would seem. You’re talking to dummies for crying out loud.”
With a melodramatic flourish of my wrist, I motioned toward the statue as I said,
“Kathryn, meet Don.” I turned to the knight with a smile. “You’re not a dummy, are you Don?” I said playfully.
“Don? As in Don Quixote?” She laughed. “Gees, you really are losing it, Lil.”
She motioned toward the knight. “Your knight in shining armor, huh?”
With a sigh, I placed my hands on both her shoulders. “Darling, this is as close as I’m likely to
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