Good Morning Beautiful...

Posted on 24 Feb 2016 @ 1:37am by Petty Officer 1st Class Rebecca Williams

958 words; about a 5 minute read

Computer....begin log....

As the video started, Rebecca could be seen perching on a chair with her legs pulled to her chest, her body clad in just a simple man's shirt as only a few buttons where done up; offering somewhat some modesty. The woman's words were picked up as a quite whisper as it was evident that she was being quiet for a reason.

I love him...I love Wilhelm Von Haeften...I love him....

The video shows a smile broaden across the woman's lips as she tilts her head back to momentarily look up at the ceiling, her loosened hair cascading down the length of her back before she managed to turn back once again.

He tricked me into saying it and he knows he did...he used the one means which he knew I couldn't argue against...he denied me the pleasure I sought after for so long until I gave him what he wanted...the words to show how much I love him.

And it under handed? Undeniable. Was it unfair? Extremely. Do I hate him for it? No....No because I love him.

As the tone of her voice increased, a sound of sheets moving could be heard in the background as a mass on the bed seemed to move before settling once again. The video showed Rebecca's attention drawn to the mass for moments before she eventually turned back.

I'm reminded of a song...

Good morning beautiful, how was your night
Mine was wonderful with you by my side
I open my eyes and I see your sweet face
It's a good morning beautiful day.


I couldn't see the light, I didn't know day from night
I had no reason to care,
Since you came along, well I can face the dawn
Because I know you'll be there.


Perhaps it was a man singing about his woman but I don't give a damn...it expresses how I feel every morning for the last week. Every morning I wake to the weight of his arm around my waist. Every morning I wake to a pair of sleepy eyes smiling at me before his lips move in for the softest of kisses.

I. Love. Him!

Again the mass on the bed moved but this time Rebecca could be seen unfolding her long legs, her bare feet touching the ground before she moved across to the mass. Leaning over, the woman seemed to press a soft kiss to the cheek of the person who lay prone, whispering softly for him to go back to sleep. A quiet mummer could be heard in return before the woman's laugh echoed around the room.

Minutes passed as the video just showed Rebecca rubbing the back of the body in the bed, soothing him until the point at which his breathing became shallow and even...indicating he got gone to sleep once more.

Moments more passed as Rebecca was shown to just watch the man before pressing a soft kiss to the crown of his head before moving back to her original position at the terminal.

Who'd have ever imagined that mere days ago, Rebecca Sylvia Williams would meet her match? The man who would manage to tie her down as many had tried before but never succeeded...I'd have laughed at anyone who would have dared to suggest it.

Who'd have ever imagined that here I would sit...completely and utterly head over heels in love with a man who deserves better than a woman who plays carelessly with men's hearts as if they were disposable if she wished.

Or...at least that's how I'd been...I broke hearts as if they were pieces of porcelain there for my own entertainment until such a time as I got bored and threw them aside. But Wilhelm...he's different.

Even when I tried to toss him to one side...to deny what was growing between us...when I was lost and confused and just wanted out instead of in...he pushed me back.

Hell...he cried....I made him cry...and each and every tear I watched slide down his face broke my heart into millions of pieces. I made a good man cry and for what reason...because I was too scared to open my eyes and realise that it's ok to be in love...it's ok to realise that there is one single man in the world to whom you can't fight back against anymore...that perhaps he is 'the one' that the romantics in this universe believe in.

Is he my 'the one'? I don't know...Is this forever? I don't know that either...I only know this...I'm scared...I'm scared of what I'll do wrong, of taking a wrong step, of messing this up or even worse....messing up Wilhelm and letting him down.

As Rebecca went quiet once again, the video showed her turn to side straddle the seat before laying her arm across the back and placing her chin against her forearm. As the moments passed, all that could be seen was the woman staring and watching the prone body in the bed. She made no move to go any closer, she just stayed where she was as she watched him sleep.

Moments turned to minutes...so much so that eventually the computer went into sleep mode as it detected no further activity.

Just in the moment before the monitor went blank, a single tear could be seen tracing a path from the corner of the woman's eye to her chin. Anyone who could read lips would train to see their movements but it was there...

Quid es Amare Wilhelm...Amare es vos.

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