The Weight of Madness by Randileigh Kennedy

Author:Randileigh Kennedy [Kennedy, Randileigh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-02-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

The orange glow from the early morning sunrise crept in through the second story window of the old rundown cabin we still occupied. Lance was sound asleep next to me on an air mattress he’d set up near the upstairs balcony. Without any curtains, the view of the sun creeping up to shine over the water was as magnificent as I’d ever seen it.

Lance looked so peaceful as he slept. Again, we were up most of the night talking, learning about one another, growing closer as we connected through old stories along with detailing our future hopes and dreams. He talked more about the work he’d done for the Reclaimed organization, and how he had plans to do so much more. I admired his passion for it. We both longed for a simple life, living by the beach, working hard during the day and then enjoying a fire pit and stars in the evenings. So much of what we wanted looked the same, and I couldn’t help but dwell on that and wonder how this would progress.

For all his stories about the way he felt tormented at night, I still had yet to see it myself. He seemed so peaceful with me, tangled up in blankets as we drifted off to sleep sometime around two or three a.m. The fact that he was still sound asleep now at six, I knew this would restore him and I loved the way our time together did that for him.

I stood up from the air mattress, hoping not to wake him. I walked out onto the balcony, leaving the door slightly ajar so the sound wouldn’t disturb him. I watched the orange glow creep over the horizon. There was a chill in the air but I didn’t mind it. The crisp breeze that hit my face felt rejuvenating. The water seemed calm and it appeared to be another perfect day.

Two strong arms reached around me and I was pulled into Lance’s chest. “Good morning,” he whispered into my ear. It felt like my entire body was smiling. “Do you want some chocolate cake for breakfast?”

“I ate it all last night. I never leave leftover cake,” I replied with a soft laugh. “I tried not to wake you when I got up just now.” I leaned into his warm chest.

“I would give anything to wake up like this every single day for the rest of my life,” he smirked. I knew he meant it in more of a general sense – waking up to a beautiful sunrise surrounded by the gentle sound of the waves rolling up on the shore. It was serene and peaceful by anyone’s standards. Obviously I wanted to read more into the fact that my presence had something to do with it as well.

“Are you going into work today?”

“Of course,” I snickered. “Story of my life. The shop is open seven days a week. Even when the floor is covered, I feel like I still need to go in for a few hours just to make some progress.

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