I am…. awake.
I suppose the more surprising thing is that I am aware. I see you, and I somehow know that it is you, though I have not seen you in so long. How long? I do not know, I cannot tell – how long was I asleep, how many days or months or years do I not remember?
I know you, though your hair is longer than it used to be, your face older and less childlike. You are thinner now, still beautiful, one of the most beautiful creatures I have ever known in my life. I missed you. I can see you, standing just across the room from me, but you have not looked my way. I do not think you see me, recognize me. Am I so different? I near
NaNoWriMo - Swordless Stone - Ch1 by Nyanfood, literature
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NaNoWriMo - Swordless Stone - Ch1
The line extended down the stairs, past the gates, and so far around the block that museum receptionists put up velvet rope dividers to twist the queue. They looked worn but not uncontent. It was worse two weeks ago when the exhibit was first announced. The crowds subdued them into complacent servicers while the ordeal hardened them into guest-desk Spartans. They were merely grateful now.
Newspapers passed between waiting strangers. Headlines read "All of Britain on Pilgrimage!" or "England's Greatest Treasures Unveiled!" Great Russell Street was littered with the spent pages. The pavement itself seemed to groan at the unwanted attention whi