Author’s Notes: And now for something completely different…

It IS something different from me. I got stuck on SGN. So I'm taking a bit of a mental vacation. … :)

This piece doesn’t specify characters ON PURPOSE for two reasons: One, this will (hopefully) reach a wider audience. You’re more likely to read something when you can insert your own characters into it, yes? And two, the piece is called “Nobodies.” That’s why they don’t have names, guys (and girls). Because the entire point is that they’re NOBODIES. Kay? Kay.

Disclaimer: Not mine. I also don’t own the bit of poetry at the beginning. That’s Emily Dickinson’s.

I'm nobody! Who are you?

Are you nobody, too?

Then there’s a pair of us—don’t tell!

They’d banish us, you know.

--Emily Dickinson

The sun peeks over the horizon, runs its fingers over the ground, peers into valleys and over the mountains. She’s awake and he’s awake and they’re both lying still, together, watching the sun slide its fingers under the door, watching the day peek in their window.

The sheets are white, crisp and clean and delightfully bright in the warm sun’s rays. Her hair spills across the white, a river running over the pillows. He runs his fingers through it, tangles them in it, brings it to his face and breathes it in.

Curled like a child in his embrace, she is content in ways she isn’t during ordinary hours, her energy and electricity dimmed for the moment.

He is protective around her, his chest pressed against the ridge and curve of her back.

Their breathing is slow and even, a small, soft lullaby, gentle, rhythmic. Restful.

“I love you,” he sighs against the soft, special skin where her shoulder and neck join. She smiles, sighs, and squeezes his hands (it says “I love you, too”, in a different way).

Here, in this stolen moment of silence, they are nobodies and perfectly content to be labeled as such. It’s a refreshing splash of water, a breath of fresh air, a much-needed break to be a nobody for a moment or two, to fly under the radar, to not have anyone care where you are or what you’re doing or who you’re with. It’s beautiful and wonderful and too good to last forever (but they’ll content themselves with a few stolen moments every now and again).

And it will end: in about a half an hour, she will get up and make breakfast in his house robe, her wand out and her hair every which way and he will stumble into the kitchen in blue jeans and a rumpled Gremlins tee shirt, looking for his shoes. She will wave her wand in the general direction of his unkempt hair in a half-hearted attempt to make sense of it (it’ll work, a little bit—much better than the Auguamenti she used the other day). He will peck her on the cheek before Apparating away and they will slide (reluctantly, but comfortably) back into their roles among society. They will be somebodies once again.

But right now, in this stolen moment, his face pressed to her neck, her hands curled around his—right now, they are two nobodies. And it’s perfectly okay.

So who were your two characters? Review and let me know!!