“The wind is blowing outside.”
Silence
“What?”
“Look. It’s raging...”
She turns slightly, glancing at the naked treetops waving;
she scoffs
she turns back again
“Wow...” she muffles with little enthusiasm through the covers
“Don’t you like it?”
She takes a deep breath
She doesn’t flinch
“Like what?”
Silence
“The wind” he insists
Silence
She turns under the covers just to find him looking out the window
She looks out the window too, more carefully
“I guess I do” she answers
“There’s just something so fascinating about it...” he says, mesmerized
He gazes at the trees out the window
She reaches to his chest
She plays with her fingers caressessing his chest
“... something so strange in the way it hisses like a vicious beast. It’s like it’s gonna suddenly bite a piece of the night off with its teeth...”
Her fingers stop
She starts staring at him: his eyes lost in the void
“I don’t know... there’s just such a macabre feel to it sometimes” he adds
She listens carefully to the wind whilst looking out
She sees the treetops
The branches stretch towards the night sky
“They look just like arms...” she whimpers
He turns his head towards her
“What?”
She points with her finger
“The branches. They look like arms: like the arms of someone who’s suffering. It’s almost as if they were trying to reach out to some sort of safe spot somewhere...”
He glares at the trees
then looks at her
Silence
“It kind of reminds me of the arms of someone who’s drowning...” she whispers; softly, vaguely, distantly.
Silence
She lets go of a sigh and drops her head on his chest, holding him
“I’m tired” she mumbles, falling back asleep.
He stares deeply at the twisted night outside,
tense.
The wind blows hard
The bare branches wave and stretch up high
Suddenly an uncanny spark of fear runs up his spine
Still stuck in the morbid eyes of the night,
he holds her back.
Tighter.
“I’m tired too.”
