Status: A little droubble =)
Waking Up, Entwined
Together
The first thing he notices are her legs pressed into his as though ill-fitting pieces in a jigsaw puzzle. The sleep haze clears from his eyes which set themselves upon her body, perfect, statuesque, almost inanimate. Her starred hair, bed-messed, lies splayed across her pillow as the painted sunrise starts to shine through the translucent gold curtains and reflect off it.
She rolls over, dragging the cobalt and halcyon duvet cover with her, exposing his body to the harsh dawn chill of first light. The siren voice calls to him, but in a language not even he could understand. So he settles for watching her chest floating and falling rhythmically.
But this is not enough for him. His hand subconsciously journeys to her hair and beings to wrap itself inside it, so that nothing could ever remove it. Then his other moves to her frame, where he starts mapping every contour of her body; the hill and valley of her waist and hip, the road of her spine; the plane of her stomach; tracing, noting everywhere it went.
Finally he moves to her lips and presses his to hers.
“I love you,” he whispers as she opens her morning eyes.
She rolls over, dragging the cobalt and halcyon duvet cover with her, exposing his body to the harsh dawn chill of first light. The siren voice calls to him, but in a language not even he could understand. So he settles for watching her chest floating and falling rhythmically.
But this is not enough for him. His hand subconsciously journeys to her hair and beings to wrap itself inside it, so that nothing could ever remove it. Then his other moves to her frame, where he starts mapping every contour of her body; the hill and valley of her waist and hip, the road of her spine; the plane of her stomach; tracing, noting everywhere it went.
Finally he moves to her lips and presses his to hers.
“I love you,” he whispers as she opens her morning eyes.