Obsession

Staring at that smile always made me calmer. There was something so serene in the pale lips and neutral twist to the mouth that eased all my anxieties. That perfect dimple on only one cheek told volumes of the laughter that hid in the eyes that stared from above them. I often found myself lost staring at that face whenever I started slipping too far from my calm.

My fingers brushed along the cheek, enjoying the caress of the soft skin. I sighed, shoulders sagging as the weight that had pressed upon them all day finally lifted. My sanctuary, I was back in my sanctuary. "Today was almost unbearable. I couldn't wait to come home to you," I murmured.

That perfect smile remained. Another sigh escaped me. This was what I loved. Coming home to that perfect smile, caressing that soft skin. It solved everything.

"It'll be okay. Tomorrow will be better, I'm sure," I promised. My therapist said it was bad to fixate like I was, to depend so thoroughly on one person to help keep me calm. If it worked, why bother fixing it I say. It wasn't like I needed to worry about losing my anchor. It wasn't like he would ever think about leaving me.

Another sigh escaped me. My fingers ran over that beautiful skin one last time. I placed a chaste kiss on those perfect lips, mindful not to press too hard. I could certainly ruin things by moving the skin.

Standing, I headed for the door, casting one last look at that perfect face. He was mine for ever. My perfect answer to how to deal with the troublesome world. My anchor could never leave me, except if I didn't mindfully keep watch for insects eating at the lingering bits of meat from the taxedermy process.