Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby
Golden slumbers fill your eyes
Smiles await you when you rise
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby
Once there was a way to get back homeward
Once there was a way to get back home
Sleep pretty darling do not cry
And I will sing a lullaby
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BUZZ! BUZZ! The image of her face swam before his eyes a moment longer just before he jolted awake. He rubbed his eyes blearily and moaned, still feeling heavy with the blanket of sleep. He smacked the alarm clock, cutting it off mid-buzz. Yawning, he turned over to face the other side of his bed, eyes only half open. He frowned at the empty space on the right side of his bed. If he closed his eyes hard, he could still see her face shining in a bright afternoon sun.
He turned and faced the ceiling. He lay there for a minute, not wanting to get up yet, though he was fully awake now. His thoughts swirled around in his head forming a confused jumble of words and pictures. I'll never talk to her again. I'll never kiss her soft lips and feel her hand squeeze mine. He got up suddenly, and tried to shove his thoughts back away to the dark corner of his mind. He walked to the bathroom and stood in front of the sink. He looked into the mirror and saw his touseled haired head squinting back at him through his reflection in the looking glass.
"George?" a voice called tentatively from the top of the stairs. It was Izzie. He didn't answer, but instead continued to brush his teeth. He didn't feel like talking just now. "Listen, we're going to be leaving for work in an hour, so I hope you're up now." After a few moments of silence, George heard the sound of footsteps retreating back up the stairs to the basement, and heard the door close. Having finished brushing his teeth, he stripped down and got into the shower. As the hot water ran through his hair and down his back, he felt a calm sensation and closed his eyes. His thoughts wandered. They took him to a hotel called the Archfield...
**He woke up to the sound of running water. He opened his eyes and turned over. The right side of the bed was empty and he could hear shower sounds coming from the hotel bathroom. The sheets smelled like lilies and George was naked. Slowly he got up and walked into the bathroom. "George? Are you up?" a silky voice called from inside the shower. George opened the shower door and walked in. Callie giggled. "Good Morning, Mrs. O'Malley." George said, in a deep, rough, newly woken voice. He grinned sexily at her and shut the door behind him.
George turned off the shower and stepped out. He could still remember the sweet smell of her shampoo. He walked out, wrapped a towel around his waist, and headed back to his room to get dressed. He dug in a pile of shirts next to his closet and grabbed some jeans slung over the back of his chair. He glanced at the clock and sped up, grabbing his bag and running upstairs.
**note: the words in italics are a memory.
Izzie was standing in the hallway waiting when George reached the top of the stairs. She acted like everything was normal, but kept sneaking sideways glances at George when she thought he couldn't see. Both George and Izzie headed for the driver's seat, but George ignored her and got in. Izzie opened her mouth to protest, but decided to say nothing. She got into the passenger seat and looked at the glove compartment as if there was something very interesting on it. George needed to drive. Driving always calmed him down when he was stressed. When his father died, George drove and drove to nowhere in particular and didn't stop until he ran out of gas. When they got to a red light, George's thoughts drew him again into a faraway memory.
It was pouring as George and Callie fled pell-mell towards George's car to escape the rain. Their picnic was ruined but they'd been having such a good time in each other's company that they didn't even care. They got inside the car laughing merrily at each other. He wiped the rain off her face gently as the laughter died down, leaving fond smiles on their faces. George leaned over and kissed her passionately, pulling her closer and closer to him. George snuck his hand into his pocket and pulled out a box. He opened it and slipped a tiny, but elegant engagement ring onto Callie's finger. She felt it and they broke apart. She stared at the ring on her finger. "George, what...?"
"Marry me, Calliope Iphigenia Torres."
He smiled and looked deep into her eyes. She stared back at him in disbelief. Then she backed away, shaking her head. "George, I--" She slipped the ring off and opened the door. She left the ring on the passenger seat and took off into the rain.
HONK! HONK!
"GEORGE!" The light had turned green and George had not noticed. "Shit" he muttered and stepped on the gas. "George, you need to talk about today. You need to do something. I know you're not okay." George still said nothing. "George talk to me please!" They'd reached the hospital and George got out of the car. Izzie was not to be deterred, however, and followed not far behind. They entered the doors to the hospital and got into the elevator. They were the only ones in there. Izzie steeled herself and ran to the elevator button panel. She pushed the stop elevator button and whipped around to face her best friend. "George O'Malley, we are not leaving this elevator until we talk about this. About this day! About her!"
Where's the rest of this?? lol. WRITE WOMAN!
lol I'll try to get some stuff written down, I've just had a whole lot on my plate lately :embarrassed: