Moon and Yew Tree
"Hush."
"But I..."
"Hush."
Dawn was lulled into silence by the tone Trish used; she obeyed, closing her eyes.
"Now, do you hear it?"
She strained her ears, and was almost able to pick out the sound of, "A mockingbird?"
"Yes!" Dawn smiled. She fell back to the bed, relieved, "That's why I love meditation."
"But that wasn't meditation, It was just...listening."
"Well, I do that, too!" Dawn burbled, turning over on her stomach, "I need to set my clock," She scooped a tiny, silver-plated clock from her side table, then began to wind it, "Do you need someone to get you up every morning?"
"I don't think so."
Dawn frowned, then drew Trish into an embrace, "How about this?" She smirked, then planted a kiss on the blonde's lips. Trish struggled away from her, disapproval clearly on display.
"I have a girlfriend, Dawn," She announced briskly. "You met her today."
"Debra?!" She shook her head, "Ah, Debra." And flopped down on her stomach.
"Don't be that way." Trish replied sadly, "She's my heart."
"And I'm just your friend?"
"Sorry." Trish told the ceiling.
Exhaustion prickled Dawn's nerves, "C'mon; do you want to...you know...or don't you?"
Trish laughed, "This is so second-grade, Dawn."
Dawn's expression turned to misery, "I know."
The clock ticked on, and, without motion or word, the two women rejected their barriers.
Unfortunately, at that moment the door to Dawn's room came open. And standing in the breezeway was a tear-stained, frantic Debra.