in bed with a wolf

It was somewhere after passing out and waking to get up in search of the toilet to vomit in and feeling miserable after when she noted the unfamiliar surroundings. Then remembered ….Greg….what was he said about the morning ….? 

But her head was just pounding too hard to contemplate anything in any great depth and it’s funny how the mind goes to familiar things when in a moment of abject misery ….Imogene always kept sodium bicarbonate in the bathroom medicine cabinet next to a handy glass. 

“Aha!” Diandra found it 

Then it was ….two —what do they call them here? In the drawer next to the first aid kit.

After that she got into the shower and sat on the floor of it and let the water beat down on her until the danger red finally went away. 

It must have been after that when she dropped back onto the bed Greg had hours before dumped her in, her hair spilled out in twisted, mad, wet, ringlets and her skin scrubbed to a flush, she fell naked back asleep. 

But as the sunlight later came spilling in with the morning when she opened her eyes 

….there was Greg at the foot of the bed 

who do you want next to you when your world falls apart

across the tracks again

It was long past, shoved within a tight carriage of the train, it happened 

  it was like the first time, now so very long ago when she looked up from placing her gloves inside her pockets 

as the other train was going the other way 

he looked up at that very moment from within his train’s carriage and—like before they saw each other 

it was a breath away and then gone 

without a trace —just the heat of breath evaporating on the window 

“I won’t come out, you must come in to see me”*

*the lords and the new creatures; jdmorrison