I never regret being late somewhere because I spent a few extra minutes lying in bed with you. We don’t get those moments often. The two of us, lying in bed, naked, bodies intertwined from wild sleeping the night before. We do lie in bed and watch tv before falling asleep, but there’s something intimate about having you to myself in the darkness, your arm around me, with no interruptions. Unintentional passion. It is in those moments that I feel my heart speaking with yours the most. The closeness and stillness of our minds and bodies create an uninhibited soul connection that can’t be challenged. It is then that I know you’re mine and that I need not have any fears. These are the moments I live for.
I am lying in bed at 5:58 a.m. eating a red velvet cupcake out of a Ziplock bag with a fork. I’ve been awake since 3:30 a.m. and the cupcake isn’t even good.
This whole scenario is dumb. I’m closing the bag now.