Holding On To Heaven

by Melyssa Winchester

It had been much the same the first time I had come to her singing. I had no idea at first what possessed me to do it, but once started, I found it addictive. It was something that not only soothed her to sleep, but also calmed the roughest parts within me. She hadn't exactly taken to it at first though.

  The speed at which she could become annoyed was unmatched by any human before her. What most would just blindly accept she could not. I found her mind and its inner workings to be the most interesting part of her. I could never know on any given night what her reception would be for me.

  That first time she had not gone easy on me and I enjoyed every second of it.