With nothing to throw between us, I was hard-pressed to figure out how to give us the privacy we required at this time. Naturally, with our history, our sleeping arrangements felt awkward.
Regardless, our anxiety finally calmed, attaining a lull under the backdrop of a rising moon; we were both soon asleep in the space we had created.
But our slumber was interrupted by what sounded like an old victrola playing a scratchy, broken record, droning on loudly. However shaken we felt, we remained mute as we watched a shadow pass by us gracefully, totally in step with the music.
I Write Her 
Awesome use of the words Susi.
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Thanks, Sadje! 🙂
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You’re welcome my friend
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Oooooh, this gave me chills. Nicely done, Susi!
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Thank you, Joyce!
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Oh, I love the eeriness of this piece, Susie!
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Glad you liked it, Eugenia. 🙂
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💖
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Two together but apart in a silence that decides.
But the words are lovely. So lovely. And imagery: spooky a lottle but the words. Thanks.
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Appreciate that, Selma! Thanks!
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An engaging read, Susi. Well done!
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Thanks so much, Michele! 🙂
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You are welcome, Susi!
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Spooky!
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Definitely more spooky than the original! 😉 Thanks, Val!
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