Alfred's Poem To Alexia
A woman laying in a dim lite room, on a slab, hooked up to vital machinery and covered in only the skin she was born with.
A man stands next to the slab, watches the woman with his hands in his pockets as he recites a poem in his head:
Alexia, my sweet sister.
Oh how I long to see you once more.
I can only dream of the day when you open your eyes and to be with me again.
The heart monitor fades in slowly.
Open your eyes, Alexia.
Awaken.
Seeing him from the front in a titled camera angle from the slab, see the eyes of the man just watching as the woman lies there.
His eyes full of despair and loneliness.
The light glowing from the board atop her head and the sides that cause an upward edge, is just enough to make out so many features of both the woman and even less of the man.
For so long you have been asleep and I awaken in a lonely reality just awaiting your return to me.
My heart races faster as the time nears when we can touch one another once more.
Watching the woman as the man had.
Seeing her motionless body in a tangle of cords and wire and a glow of a deathly pale blue light.
Alexia, come join me soon.
Looking at her hand laying on the slab next to her body.
The loneliness kills me ever so slowly with every little painful cut.
Looking back at the man stand there as motionless as his sister.
I hear the soft beating of your heart.
I feel the gentle touch of your hand.
Looking at the woman's lips pursed and left untouched.
I wait for the sweet whisper of your voice.
Looking back up at the man.
I am ready to serve you, my dear sister.
Once we are again united nothing will ever part us again.
He looks up as if someone has entered.
Time is nearing ever so slowly.
He looks back at the woman.
I just await for you to awaken and return to me.
I wait ever so patiently.
Looking at the woman's face.
Slowly we move into her eyes.
The time shall soon come when you will awaken.
Awaken, Alexia.
As if being whispered.
Awaken.
Her eyes flew open to show her blues eyes staring up at the man.
Seeing from behind the man, he covers the woman with a white sheet.
Standing straight again he slides his hands in his pockets and stands as a statue.
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