FFF-Three

In the darkness of night, they reach for me.  Their hands stroke and pet, fingers exploring.  One starts at my feet, Alec, kneading the tired muscles with practiced hands, relaxing me before stringing me tight like a bow.  The other, Darren, traces the planes of my face, relearning that which makes me… me.  Eyebrows, eyes, nose, cheeks, lips and chin.  Nothing is hidden from his blinded eyes and all-seeing hands.

Alex’s smooth touch moves on from my feet, venturing north to massage and relearn the lines of my legs.  His caresses sooth me, push and pull the stress of the day away, out.