Story Time

This is a piece of a story I wrote during Physics and Math while my teachers were wah-wah-wahing (like the teacher in Charlie Brown). I'm in the car now and I found the paper I wrote it on in my back pocket. I might as well post it...it could have something to do with the hives :O.

Kidding, haha. Hmm, relevant? Irrelevant? Related? Unrelated? The hives are showing up now on my hands...greaaaattt.

I wake up next to you and blink in disbelief. "Am I dreaming?" is my first thought. As the sunlight streams in through the small window opposite my bed, it highlights your every curve. The soft angelic glow that it creates propels forth the memory of the night before. As it all replays in my mind, I resist the urge to reach out and stroke the stray hair away from your face. I don't want to wake you. Holy hell, how beautiful you are. Your lips slightly quiver as you gently place your arm across your chest. I watch your chest rise and fall. I've never found life this intriguing. Suddenly I'm conscious of my own breathing. It is an irregular pattern compared to yours. I stop my breath as you inhale and wait patiently for you to exhale. I'm in awe as we exhale in unison, the perfect harmony. As if you sense my desire, you turn on your side and face me. Even in your sleep you know how to appeal to me more than anyone has before. Your head rests gently under my chin. My arm automatically raises to pull you in closer. The airy scent of intimacy still lingers and I'm grateful for it. I scoot down to have our bodies perfectly aligned even though we're the same height. You're a lively sleeper. Tenderly, I kiss your lips. Your eyes flutter open and you lightly smile. "Good morning." you say simply. A tear escapes my right eye and falls on the sheet under us. "What's wrong?" you ask, frightened. "I-I'm just happy", I say tentatively. You raise your head, kiss the successive tear away, and whisper "Me too".

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