6 January 2013
Woke up this early morning, bleary eyed and confused.
I turned over, confined within my covers and I remembered why I was up at 7am. I wish I could have taken a photo of that moment; captured how the early morning sun touched his shoulder, creating a soft glow that seemed to bounce off his body. I took in the stillness of the room; one lone bird chirping outside, the gentle breeze coming from the open window and I was to destroy it.
I reached out to touch him, feeling the heat of his skin as I stroked his back before putting my arm around him and holding him close. A few more minutes of just being with him is all I wanted before reality set in. His hand gripped mine as he turned over to face me, those beautiful grey eyes searched my soul with one look and all I could say mutter was "Stay". He smiled as he kissed my lips, pulling me in closer to his chest and said "5 more minutes" in a husky whisper.
We laid there, face to face with our eyes closed, breaths intertwined as our heart beats found the rhythm that matched our souls. His breath fed mine as our bodies touched, by giving me life I gave him back his own.
Twenty minutes later he was driving home. Leaving me alone in this bed as I laid there hugging the pillow and smelling our scent. I had him briefly for eight hours, but it was worth the memories, the heartache of loss as the photos were ingrained to my mind.
I sigh as I back to sleep, teary eyed and alone. I hope I dream of better days.
Sleeping With A Memory • Opuss № I