Literature
Close to Heart
Close to Heart
A man woke in the start of the night. Brown eyes that were so piercing they shone as red glimmered in the moonlight. The lanky figure rose from his bed, his pale, flawless skin hid the years and age his mind knew so well. Without a sound, he drifted through the unlocked doors to a room that he knew well, the room of his beloved priest.
The usual creaking wooden floors held its breath, letting the figure glide over soundlessly to the sleeping lump in the bed. Patting the priests shoulder, he gently called out, "Priest, wake up. Wake up, Anderson." Muffled groans exited the darker figure as he sluggishly woke. "What is it?" Cam