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 would break.

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.