There is no time. Just me and her. The only quietness on her face while the room buzzes with small beeps indicating normalcy or a call for help. It has been far too long since I stared at her for so long. Her breathing gentle, accompanied with small grimaces of pain when she moves too suddenly.
I only see her face, holding onto my coffee with dear life, focusing my gaze on her body and willing for the stranger inside her to be gone. I imagine being lazer like and just destroy all that is foreign. I gaze and focus on her willing my love to pour into her and eradicate all that bothers her. I imagine feeling her with so much joy there is room for nothing else.
I lean in closer to her, filling my vision with just her face, imagining beautiful eyes full of life, laughter and the knowledge that everything is going to be alright. I stare hard, hoping/wishing/praying that somehow the cancer can teleport into me (Star Trek like). I stare, willing the enemy within to just go away, get away from my love. Shoo! You don’t belong here. I stare and I stare.
There is no time.
- How to Demolish Boredom (socyberty.com)