‘Cause Holy Cow I Love Your Eyes.
And Only Now I See The Light.
Yea Lying With You Half Awake.
Oh Anyway.
It’s Looking Like A Beautiful Day.

I roll back over to face you, moonlight soaking through the blinds, casting an evangelical glow on your silhouette outline. A string of fairy lights glistens their orange glow, shattered remnants of shadow fragments coat the ceiling. You radiate the warmth that pours from your heart, your fire of passion that burns through your eyes. The intoxicating smell of your perfume fills my senses, a reminder of you whenever we are apart.

Your short, shallow breaths catch on my cheeks. I smile at the muted shuffles are you stir and settle like an engine turning over. A half-full tub of ice cream silently melts on the bedside table, the laptop housing a half-finished movie we failed to pay attention to looks on disapprovingly. A car passes outside, headlamps casting a dancing glow across the walls, tumbling light rolls from one side of the room to the other. As you pitch and roll on the waves of the duvet, your hand leaves mine, my fingers missing the company of yours. The companionship they so briefly shared split for the night, like bloom blown from a Cherry Blossom Tree.

A crack in the blinds reveals the misty rain outside, blowing past the streetlights like swathed curtains of smoke. My eyes grow tired and heavy, sleep pulling me into her warm embrace. A heavy downpour takes hold, the world awash as the clouds break with the clap of thunder. Yet still, as the final thing I see is you next to me, oh anyway, it’s looking like a beautiful day.

Throw Those Curtains Wide.
One Day Like This A Year Would See Me Right.

Only Happy Days,

~ A ~