Papillion walks in her sleep.
I awoke from my dreams with a jolt, my fingers wet, and face to face with Papillion. And for a moment we simply stared at one another.. before I had the sudden urge to grasp my blanket right up to my chin and hide behind it.
For a mere ihn, she too, seemed as startled as I was to find herself there upon the floor by my bed. Yet all too soon she seemed to remember with a frown marring her pretty face as she relit all of her little fuses, "I am.. I am mad at you!"
"Yes, Lady.. you're mad at me," I whispered, agreeing with her as I made attempt to further hide myself under my blanket. I could not take my eyes from her though. Nor could I understand why she had been so enraged with me. Not when I love her so.
"That is not good enough Damos.. I want an answer! I want to know what was going through your mind when you tried to take my place!"
"Take your place.." I never thought I had reason to be afraid of Papillion. Yet she continued to raise her voice, bitterly accusing me of.. something. "Where? Where is your place, Papillion?" I was so confused. For who would have ever thought a lady's place was.. on her knees?
"It's.. YOU tried to replace me!"
"I don't know what happened. Papillion.. I don't know what happened!"
"What! Do you like being on your knees? What kind of man does that, Damos? Huh?"
When she lept to her feet quite suddenly.. I did too. And I think for one brief moment she thought I meant to run away from her. Yet to whom shall I go with such a grieving heart? Without leaving my room at all, I rushed to the opposite side and knelt before the wall with my back to her. For I fully suspected that this lady meant to whip me for having angered her so. And so I waited. With my eyes shut tight.
I waited.
