Morning Love
I woke to the sound of a phone ringing, shrilly piercing the early morning atmosphere and more importantly my slumber.
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I woke to the sound of a phone ringing, shrilly piercing the early morning atmosphere and more importantly my slumber.
His features were softened as he slept. I watched his chest rise and fall with every deep breath that he took through his parted lips.
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.
#OutOfTheBlue Swirling, spinning after effects, Sleep deprivation combined with a intoxicating mixture of fluids, Unpeeling ones eyes in turn to the morning glow, blinding.
In the early morning light Nothing seems to have any colour, Which I never knew before now: Consolation, perhaps. A little extra knowledge to ease the pain.
I sat up quickly, the blood rushed from my head and my vision blurred. I looked to my left. That’s not my dresser, I thought. I looked to my right. That’s not my side table.
He wandered downstairs looking at the pictures and photographs on the wall. He knew so little about Kathryn. He knew she'd been married. They had talked about that last night. Where was she from.
He awoke alone in a strange room and for a moment he was confused before the enormity of what he'd done yesterday hit him. He wondered how his wife was.
So every Sunday well almost every Sunday I wake up to nurse a hangover. Nearly every Sunday I wake up in a room nothing like mine.
Sunday Morning, Walking to the coffee shop Some observations... Everyone looks like they have drowned: pale and weary, hungover still perhaps. The slow march to buy coffee goes on.
There's haze on her window, As the glowing sun creeps in, The early morning starts, And falls on her pale skin. Unmade sheets, From the night before, As she breathes out Mist is released as her roar.
More than this Chapter 4 - I wake up and hear signing, my eyes widen, who is that?. I run downstairs with my baseball bat, ready to hit… I hear whistling and the smell of eggs… eggs.
Last night you made her feel ace. You sat there staring at her face. Things moved at a fast pace. While you were at her place. A progression from friends. She wished it would never end.
Woke up from pain Like I have been hit by a train. Trying to put my feet on the floor But in weird places I feel sore. I look at the bed my man seems dead Ohh last night... now I remember what we did.
Fifty shades of pink (for men): She woke me up with a bacon and egg sandwich, the bacon was crispy and the yolk and butter oozed out of the thick cut bread, when i'd finished she removed her night...
Warning: contains what some people will sexual references. I look at Justin in the morning and suddenly regret what I did last night.
Sunday morning, I have survived Why on earth was I up at half past five I drunk some but didn't get too pissed Yet here comes pain with its bastard kiss Personally I blame the ale Bought in haste for...
I woke up smiling to myself. Last night was the best night of my whole existence. I rolled over and looked at Nick. He was smiling too. I could tell he was awake. "How are you?" He asked concerned.
I appear to have a fuzzy head. That I can't quite lift from my bed. Maybe it was the two for one. Not sure, but I had some fun. Think this morning will be spent mopin'.
-TIFFANY- I rolled over and tumbled onto the floor, realising as soon as I hit the wooden floor that I wasn't on the same side of the bed I normally sleep on.
Awoke today at ten to five Body aching, barely alive Glance in the mirror, pain has begun Result of an afternoon in the sun Off to work, I'm sure I'll pay Excess of a drunken Fathers Day I'll try to...
I woke up with the summer sunlight streaming through the open window; a cool breeze fluttering over our bodies as we slept.
I stepped out of the taxi and slammed the door shut, eyeing a man across the street. He looked somewhat familiar but I couldn't figure out if that was good or bad.
The sun shone brightly through the curtains, waking Daniel up. He turned to see Rebecca still asleep, resting soundly underneath the crisp, white sheets. He couldn't help but smile.