Nightwalk IV

She stretched her arms forward, yawning as she opened her eyes. Her throat burned while her stomach growled. She tried to sit up, but her body was still numb.
She looked up at the blue-eyed woman in the mural. “I wonder if that’s me. How could that be me?” She heard a swift swish and turned her head. Startled, she screamed when she saw his face just inches from her.
He slowly stepped back towards the door.
“No wait,” she said reaching out to him.
He stopped, tilting his head, staring into her eyes.
“I’m famished.”
He moved swiftly to her side.
“I need to eat,” she said moving her hands to her mouth. He mimicked her. She smiled. “Do you understand me at all?” He looked at her with a puzzled expression. “I guess not. Food. Eat,” she said again placing her fingers to her mouth. Slowly his hand moved over her face, to her lips, touching them gently. She sighed, feeling the grumble of her stomach. He placed his hands on her cheeks, gazing into her eyes. She licked her lips, staring into his. “Water,” she said faintly. He perked up. “You know water?” He backed away swiftly, and left the room. “Great,” she groaned. I’m going to die of starvation."
He returned a moment later with a bowl in his hands. Scrunching her brows, she wished he understood her. He set down the bowl, slid his hands in, and walked to her with cupped hands. It was water. She took his hands in hers, moved them to her mouth and drank. He shivered. She darted up and saw a kindness fall over him. One she hadn’t noticed before. His eyes found hers and he moved slightly forward, and then came to a halt. His eyes widened and he backed away. “What’s wrong?” He shook his head, still showing fear and turned to the door.
“Wait, please.” He turned around swiftly and rushed to her side. “Please, I have to eat. I don’t want to die of starvation.” His hands touched her cheeks. “Food, please,” she said feeling tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “I’m weak.” He bent down; his lips touched hers and then pressed lightly. With her eyes closed, she felt the warmth travel through her entire body and she raised her hands up to his face. He abruptly moved away. She reached for him. He continued backing away slowly.
She was astonished,the hunger pains diminished and she felt energized. She watched him leave the room. “Thank you,” she whispered. A smile touched his eyes as well as his lips and then he was gone.
“Oh, Sarah, what have you gotten yourself into,” she groaned. Again, she tried to sit up, and sighed. She wondered how long she’d been stuck in this bed and how much longer it would be before she could leave, if ever. None of this made since. She closed her eyes and dreamt of him.