I’m staring at your chest go up and down while our breathing starts to sync. Too happy to be in each others arms to fall asleep and all I want to do is tell you stories about everything. It’s 2:20 in the morning so we’re whispering even though there’s nobody to wake up. Our breathing is slowing down. It’s 3:36 now. You turn and whisper in my ear that “nothing feels more right, than right now.” I’m smiling and it’s dark so you can’t see me, but I’m smiling.
It rained earlier tonight and my feet got wet from puddles. I didn’t mind because I love the way an empty street looks at twilight with a lone street lamp shining a little down the ways, lighting up the puddles. Around the soft glow of it, I can see the rain. We both had a few too many so I’m wondering if this streetlight is the only way I know it’s raining. I can’t feel this rain. It’s either the whiskey or the fact that every hair on your head and every detail in your face is the most distracting thing I’ve ever had to deal with.
I’m still freezing in your bed. You’re telling me to think warm thoughts, think warm thoughts. I touch my cold feet against yours and watch you shiver and pull me closer trying to share your body heat with me. Nothing feels more right, than right now.