Morning Pillar

No, he doesn't know why everything always turns out this way. He doesn't feel anything when he wakes up with her the next day. He wishes there was rain -- and thunder -- and wind. But all he has is a faith that's wearing thin. She is not awake yet, the ocean breeze sends a wisp of her walnut hair to play along her face. And he is steeped in their regret -- or his, but she will join him soon. Lying in white silk, white everywhere: on sheets, pillars, and drapes. The ocean's waves accuse them while its roar gives an excuse. She moves a little and reaches for his arm. Invisible, unexplainable is the attraction that pulls them together. They will never be happy in this life, though when the sun sets just so -- then he thinks they will. But how can they? Money, jewels, drink, and parties...palms and oceans and sex. Even love, yes love, and cars, travel, books, and music --this is all they have. Marble floors are cold in the morning and he gives them a look to match. She is awake now and her green eyes search his. There is a smile there, even a spark. But they can't hide her despair when she realizes he is only him and nothing else.