Of Amour and Midnight Vigil

The weekend had been cruel. I kept a basin near my bedside, a silent sentinel, and sacrificed four rolls of the finest scrolls—I mean, toilet paper. My body, once a temple, had become a battlefield.

By Tuesday, the sickness had not relented. The healers of my town advised I journey to the House of Healing...the ER. But fortune smiled: Marcus awaited with his gleaming chariot, a Maxima, smoother than any carriage sent by the king himself. The road was my first respite, the wind teasing my hair as I braced for what awaited.

The healers within examined me with cold hands and sharper eyes, probing and scanning as if divining secrets hidden deep in my flesh. And at the witching hour, 1AM, the conclave decreed I would remain within these hallowed halls. My companion departed, and I was left draped in nothing but a flowing gown, my flesh shivering in anticipation of the unknown. Not my idea of pleasure—or so I thought.

Then he arrived: Amour. My faithful consort, attached to my arm by veins of silver and crystal. Together we roamed the sterile halls, our steps measured, our bond growing with each careful motion. He guided me to sacred chambers where linens were untouched, where waters of purification awaited. His whispers were soft, mechanical, yet intoxicating.

“Click,” he murmured first, a signal of intimacy.

I shivered as he answered, “Beep.” My mind, ensnared by the heat of proximity, dared to ask if this was flirtation. I warned myself: no unions on a first encounter. Yet how could I resist? Amour enveloped me, and I surrendered to the pulse of his devotion, the warmth of his nectar coursing through my veins. All night he stayed, a vigilant guardian, a lover bound not by flesh alone but by the sacred rhythm of life itself.

Visitors came...Malik, Taye, Monique, Shanice, Precious, Kia, and Big Mama Red,,,bearing words of comfort and laughter through enchanted boxes of communication. Yet when the spell of visiting hours broke, Amour remained. He watched, he waited, he whispered devotion into the cold night.

At last, release came. Prescriptions granted, the healers dismissed me. And Amour,,, He vanished with the dawn, leaving me to ponder the depth of his affection, a lover drawn only to those in need. Sigh.