This boy, pale and disheveled, just woken up.
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One cannot wake from the Big Sleep without mortification in even the slightest of appearance.
No matter though these two have found Something in each other.
Clawing fruitlessly towards the girl his dirty frayed fingernails tear the air above him.
She changes her rhythm and his body bucks underneath her.
Holding him steady and listens for the pitch, tuning him to a perfect Eeeee.
His eyes are clenched tight and face contorts.
The pain of living and being in this moment sears him like a million embers of ecstasy floating softly landing upon his bared body burning deep and long.
There, a light ahead, an ancestral form with outstretched arms welcoming him back.
Anticipation swells and this boy clinging for dear life onto the headboard above his head.
Digging and clawing a staff appears where his hands were, punctuated by the notes his lover plays.
He flashbacks for an instant to a time merely hours ago as he found himself in a dark place and the Instinct whispered “RISE!”.
Splintering wood and falling earth he swims toward air.
It is of no consequence now for all he knows it could have been an eternity ago.
The big light waxes and wanes as she breathes and sustains these embers glowing.
Finally she blows and he bursts catching fire.
The light envelops him and the long forgotten familiar presence embraces him.
There are no dead relatives welcoming him to salvation but the reapers of little deaths shaking him in some mordant little gag.
Slowly they lose their grip the light fading and he opens his eyes his body still quivering, embers cooling to ash.
Her face is inches from his and she smiles proudly.
His corpse jerks back into possession and he kisses her deep and hard in adoring appreciation.
There is a web about her and he is caught up into it.
She tugs and he jerks, a love puppet.
Thin filaments enshroud him feeding him life.
As long as he’s near her he feels warm and spirited.
The Longing is sated...
... for now.