You Take My Breath Away
© Alec Damiano, 2009
You Take My Breath Away
Mary-- a sweet whisper sounded.
The petite strawberry-blond was curled up in the satin blankets fast asleep.
Maaaaaaaaaryyy
She tossed and turned a bit, but her does eyes were still shut.
Hey, wake up,
Freddie stroked her silken hair with his feminine hands. The jingle of his silver bangles awoke her like morning bells.
Hmm?
She stretched her arms a bit and yawned silently.
That was always her nature. Silence. She was so quiet, but that silence gave her more room to listen. Mary Austin was brought up in a virtually soundless world. Both her parents were deaf, and they communicated by the means of sign language. It seemed unlikely that she would become enamoured of such a dynamic, flamboyant musician. But then again, music was the language of the soul, was it not?
She opened her grass-green doe eyes to discover her beautiful--not handsome--fey boyfriend