She waited, a panther stillness stalking her moment. She felt the very air molecules moving across her bare skin. The awareness of her moment to come sent a vibration into the universe..
She heard the rustle of the material against stone and her body went even tighter, a seemly impossible movement, but she was there, that moment of total satori.
He walked into the dark room, the carefully chosen suit, it’s expense hidden in the fit and not the label, his watch caught the edge of the dining table, the knock echoing like a thunder storm in her ears, a half smile flickered across her lips.. a watch that was scuffed and battered from countless adventures of release against his chosen career path,
His breath hung in the still air, while hers was lost inside her. She knew by his footfall on the wooden oak he would soon be in range.. she waited on the edge of somewhere.. waited,, each second a universal lifetime, her muscles started to move into position, she had him..
The door opened, the soft light of the hallway fell reluctantly into the room, she felt herself drawing the darkness around her, a comforting shroud for the moment yet to come, afraid a stray reflected ray would find her..
She watched his powerful grace as he walked towards the wall, the 17th century oil coming alive in the light of remembered candles.. the only thing moving were her eyes, hawk like as they took in his assured action as he released the painting. It swung open with a silence that matched her own.
She strangled a gasp as she realised she had picked her spot to perfection, his hands a slow pianist movement across the keypad, each number locked into her memory.. she had what she came from..
then she heard his voice.. “hello”.. “Hello”.. “HELLOOOO”..
She lifted her head in a jolt.. the room fell away into light..
“I said HELLO”..
She looked up and sighed.. “Would that be a return or renewal on the book sir?”