Turning to Him
Written by Tiffany Ball
I sit upright on the sofa I crashed on. I look around and remember
that I am in Baltimore, on Mike Kellerman's boat, visiting him and my
friend Moya McMahon. The gunshot I heard was only in my dream, my
nightmare. Then, I remember. It was real. It happened earlier this
afternoon. Moya and I were shot at by the sniper, Alex Roby on our
way to police headquarters. Just thinking about it makes me shiver.
Moving quietly so I don't wake Mike or Moya, I pad quietly up to
the top deck and sit on one of the chaise lounges. As I stare
blankly across the water, time passes by.
I look up and see Mike looking down at me, concerned. He sits down
on the chaise lounge beside me.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
"Not really," I tell him honestly. "I fear I'll have this
nightmare forever." I then proceed to tell him about my dream. He
scoots closer to me and puts his arm around me in a gesture of
comfort. I relax in his embrace. I feel his breath on my cheek. My
face is just inches from his. His lips press gently against mine. I
kiss him back. We break the kiss and I catch my breath. His eyes
ask me if this is okay. I close my eyes and he kisses me again and
holds me close.
I hold him tight against me, feeling him deepening the kiss. When
it's over, I feel tears roll down my cheeks. Tears of pleasure?
Love? I don't know. Mike kisses them away, then stretches out on
the chaise lounge with me, holding me in his arms. We watch the
sunrise together, not speaking, still under a spell that only words
Finally, we get up from the chaise and go back below. He has to
get ready for work. He repeats the homicide dance. We exchange a
smile and I know that what happened up there was real, sincere.
Where do we go from here? I don't know, but I want to find out.