Clean Insomnia.txt
_ An Overture Warriors Tale _
_ Clean Insomnia _
I stared out my window and viewed the unforgiving rain. The ghastly sky dominated the thriving streets of Brooklyn. I thought of "Tiger" and the last message I received from him: "Don't worry, love. I promise to keep in contact when I can."
I miss his voice. It makes me wish that my calls would get through. Tiger's not a guy to worry about. He can take care of himself, but when I almost lost my connection to him, not being able to talk or touch him unsettles me.
I can't confide in anyone else. The dogs, David and Logan, have their own prerogatives that don't involve time with me as if I'm a burden to entertain every once in while. Giovanni especially, since traveling the world and meeting random females has kept that feline's phone on the base.
The rain beckons my dejection as it kept on pouring the day Tiger left. It could be Gods way of speaking to me, but religion has never struck a cord in me. Why believe in God when the world I live in is one chaotic mess after another with no end in sight? Where is the love this 'awesome' God is suppose to give?
It could just be me, I guess. I've never known paternal love. Back at the orphanage, all I had was David and Logan. Giovanni too if he's around. My friends are my family. I've never known the difference. It was like what Tiger told me in London about blood relations not mattering, but seeing kids walk around with their parents always made me feel like I missed out on something.
For starters, I'm missing out on another by sitting up here looking out this window depressing myself. I should go and get soaked in the rain just for the fun of it. Stepping away from the window, the gleam in the mirror called me to it. Even the Wicked Queen needed reassurance of herself.
I glare into the mirror finding bloodshot eyes telling me everything I felt. Terrible. I stayed up til three in the morning worrying about Tiger. Even my fur looked dim, betraying its golden exterior. This was not the look of a Teddy Bear. Not Tiger's Teddy Bear. It wasn't a nickname most of my kind liked but I preferred it to David calling me 'Fathead'. He exaggerates to much. I liked my head and it wasn't that big.
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I put on a casual denim and jacket outfit along with my baseball cap. I was ready to let the rain wash over me and take away my stress. I needed to feel whole again. Out the door and into the streets, wellness started to return. Maybe all I needed was a walk outside.
I didn't follow any specific direction. I just wandered while my mind cleared, but cloudy thoughts would be mine once more. I caught a look at a couple holding hands at the bus stop. A sensuous aura illuminated around them.
My stomach knotting inside bringing back the pain my insomnia has caused me. It feels hapless to always have Tiger on my mind and to have my gentle raindrops grow restless with my feelings. The rest of the couples I saw on my walk irked me further.
Males and females can walk hand in hand with each other. It's normal, but for Tiger and I its shameful. Paparazzi eat up stories like us all the time. Baseball players weren't safe. We're fed to the sharks too. It doesn't matter if I like females too. Right now I love a male, his real name was Jack Bloodworth, and I don't regret it one bit.
Nothing frivolous can ever come between us. You can't be selfish about love, right? From what Logan and Jordan say, marriage and kids are an added luxury but not necessary to love someone. I know Tiger feels the same way. I just wish that we could go out for a night and hear him express his true self.
I peered up the pearl sky feeling the rain splatter all over my face. I drank from it as if it were a sky fountain. It felt silly but had a great taste minus the saltiness. I turned my sights back to the streets and walked further down to the Fulton Street Mall. The rain made me hungry and there were a lot of food choices Downtown, but Junior's Restaurant called to me.
I didn't know if Tiger liked cheesecake or not. I decided to get him a chocolate mousse swirl cheesecake too in case. It's hard not to like chocolate it was the only things besides Red Velvet Cake, that I ate from Juniors. I bought my food and headed to the nearest train station.
As I walked an ominous feeling settled over me. I looked to the ground finding three distinct shadows with one overshadowing my own. They weren't familiar to me. My pacing picked up to avoid a possible conflict.
"Where ya going, punk; We just wanna chat for a minute."
The voice sounded like a deceased rock star, but I ignored it. I wasn't going to entertain my assailants. My body jerked backwards with my arms being clinched by crab-like pincers. I looked to my sides finding two obsidian wolves in thuggish clothing. In front of me the apparent leader of the pack towered before me.
The leader cracked his knuckles as his eyes glowed with a savage inner fire. Just my luck. A scrap was imminent but I can't change into my superhero costume form in public.
The leading wolf pulled his fist back, grinning like an ass. "This is what happens when kids like you go out without an escort."
I closed my eyes and braced myself for the pain. I heard the sounds of a connecting punch but I felt no blows. I opened my eyes and saw the leader on the ground with a bloodied skull. I was saved. Two more powerful blows resounded as the other wolves fell to the ground.
Freedom was mine again. I was about to thank my hero but my body froze in shock. My hero had on a black trench coat covering a the muscular frame of a juggernaut. My hero wasn't a female, but he made my heart race.
I stepped back to gaze at the face. I saw a tiger of bright orange fur, black stripes, and the cutest silvery-blue irises more stunning then regular precious stones. There was not a doubt in my mind...my love was here again. Its as if he just walked right out of heaven.
"Tiger..."
Tiger bent down and picked me up into his protecting arms. "Just when I come to surprise you, you get into some kind of trouble. Are you alright, Adrian?"
I pressed the side of my face to his chest, trying to hear his heartbeats. "I'm fine. I didn't know you would be back today, Tiger. How come you never called me like you promised you would?"
Tiger squeezed me tighter, as if I was a true teddy bear. "I had a lot of static where I was. We can talk about it more inside Juniors, love."
I smiled. "Ironic, I was just thinking the same thing."
Tiger showed me a smile that warmed my soul. I could tell he didn't give a damn that other people are staring at us. He even didn't care that neither of us are carrying umbrellas to shield from the rain. We both leaned closer and kissed.
I closed my eyes and felt the warmth. It wasn't the most orthodox way for a reunion, I admit. But I couldn't have it any other way. He means more to me than just someone to embrace or make out with. So much that I couldn't ever see myself without him.
I never want to lose him...ever.