The secret, shadowy place is where he lay, awaiting that certain someone. His cold, hard eyes glowed green by the light of the moon. The gentle wind caused a chill to run down his spine. Concentrating on breathing quietly, he shook his head in disgust at the booming sound coming from his racing heart.
He brought along a knife and gun in case she had another lover. In his heart, he knew she did not, but his mind was wary. He stuck the gun in his pocket and gripped the knife in his hand.
He knew he shouldn’t be there, but he had to see her. So he lay in the dark beneath her frilly pink bed. Cobwebs began to entangle themselves in his curly black hair. Dust from the floor covered his stomach and legs. His once black shirt began to look grey, and his jeans looked dusty and faded. His tennis shoes, taken off to prevent making noise on the hard wood floor, had become a chin rest.
Hours went by with no sign of his love. His eyes adjusted to the moonlit room. She had a nightstand with a vanilla candle and an empty picture frame by her bed. “That used to be a picture of me,” he thought as tears began to well in his eyes. Next to her nightstand was a floor length mirror, and next to that was floor lamp with a white shade and a pink bulb. He longed to turn the light on and feel at home in that room, holding hands and talking of forever.
The hours ticked away and the room grew cold. She had four windows in her room, all of which were open. He was tempted to close them; hoping she wouldn’t notice, but he knew that if he got caught, then the possibility of making up would be gone. So he lay still, afraid to move a muscle. Afraid to sleep, he lay underneath the bed exhausted. Days went by; then months. His limbs had all gone numb and his clean-shaven face was overgrown with a bushy, cobweb-covered beard. His stomach groaned in hunger and his eyes hurt from never closing. He was too afraid to even blink in fear that he would fall asleep.
Finally, she came home! “AAAAAAAaaaahhhhhh!” she screamed. Realizing he’d been seen, he decided he might as well proclaim his love and apologize. But, as he climbed out from the shadows, he saw her shooing a spider out the door with a broom. He realized that she had no idea of his existence, but it was too late. As he dragged his weak and dusty body out from down under, he caught a glimpse of himself in her mirror.
His beard was down to his chest, and his hair had turned grey. His eyes were sunken into his head and hidden behind the bags beneath his eyes. Every bone in his body showed through his skin, and he couldn’t make himself stand up straight. His clothes were filthy and tattered. Looking at his love, he thought “what will she think of me now?” The knife he was holding fell to the ground and he tried to throw the gun out the window. However, lacking the strength, it landed at his feet.
She stood ther, broom in hand, mouth half open, and a blank look on her face. He longed to hug her and make everything alright, but after one step toward her, he fell to the ground. His words came out in a hoarse whisper, “my darling, I’ve been waiting for you.”