Morning sun breaks through my window and lands softly on your face, gilding your skin in heavenās golden glow and warming us together. I lie asleep in your soothing embrace, nestled deep in the shelter of you, secure against your warmth.
The glow rouses me and I groan softly, burrowing deeper into your skin and pulling your embrace tighter around me.
My frozen toes find your warmth and you let them stay, not complaining, holding me close and soothing my discomfort. I huddle deeper into you, and your embrace encompasses me fully, drawing me back into your realm.
BEEP-BEEP-BEEPā¦BEEP-BEEP-BEEPā¦BEEP-BEEP-BEEPā¦BEEP-BEEP-BEEPā¦
I growl at my alarm, slap at it until it goes silent again. I draw my arm back into your warmth.
But it is not just my alarm calling me to wakefulness. It is life, bustling and active, outside my door. Classes, homework, schedules. Latin. History. Math. I sigh heavily and press my face deeper into your scent, groaning softly at the thought of leaving you. In return you tighten your hold around me, teasing and tantalizing me with the offer of five more minutes minutes. I whine irritably and hold tighter onto you, trying to hide my face in the soft sweet darkness of you.
But duty calls, despite your many wiles, my dear. I sigh again and lift my head, blinking down at you, and roll reluctantly out of your warmth. I reach blindly for my glasses and dress in the faint golden light now diminishing behind grey winter clouds outside my window. Just before I can get up and go to make breakfast, you pull me back one more time and wrap your warmth around me, your soft whispers too much temptation for my weak mortal soul. I sigh and roll back into you one last time, burying my face into your skin as you hold me close one more time.
But I will return, my dear. I cannot stay away from you for long, no matter how hard I try. I will always come back to you in the end; when the nights are lonely and cold, when my body and heart ache and groan, I will come back, and you will cradle my sore bones and caress my cares away as you always do. The long dark nights will persist, and I will trust you to hold me through them.
I will return, my dear.
You may be sure of that.
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ThatOne_Girl
I write anything from microfiction to novelettes, and they can be from songs, dreams, or poems. Fond of lyric poetry, fiction, recording memories, leaving my footprint in the dust of the writing world.
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