It began with a crisp night. For some reason I am not tired, but beside me she is asleep, peacefully. As usual a long day had worn her down. Ever my stubborn over-achiever, she always has a thousand different things to do, thoughts to chase. Yet, she would not have it any other way and it endears me. Lying beside me, she has one arm thrown over my chest, one leg thrown across mine. My arms wrap around her with her face resting on my shoulder.
The slight pattering of the rain outside drifts in through the open window, along with the gentle rustling of leaves, a serene and hypnotic cadence. The room holds a faint aroma of the incense that she had lit, along with the taste of the rain outside. A slight breeze wavers in, chilling my face; it also made her give a slight shiver. Burying herself slightly deeper into my side, her slight movements once again overtakes all my senses and I indulge into it – one of “home”. It is not one that can be explained nor recreated. She stirs just a little as I kiss her forehead, and I am afraid I might have awoken her.
Letting out a slight groan, one of half-asleep, her hand slides up to my cheeks. Another soft sigh and she gently brushes her face against mine, then pulls away just enough so I can turn my head to face her. She slightly opens her eyes and smiles, asking me what I am doing still awake.
“Just watching a beautiful girl sleep”. Small nudge in the ribs with an elbow.
“Hey, be nice!” A sleepy little laugh.
“Crazy boy,” she says as she runs her fingers through my hair. Pulling me towards her, she brushes her lips against mine, and hugs me tightly. Again, the sense of home. With practiced ease, she grabs my arm pull it against her waist. I lift her hips to mine, leaving no space between us. Once again her body give way to slumber as she wraps her hands around mine…and I wake.
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