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Tuesday, September 06, 2011

06:30

I woke up this morning from the sound of the raindrops on my window sill and the gushing of the wind. It was a rainy morning and my whole room was too cold.

With eyes half closed, I took a peek of my clock and it said 6:30am. I was supposed to be out of bed but it felt like my body was glued to my matress. I tilted my head back to the side and I saw you, on my bed, laughing.

Your laughter echoed the whole room. I think you were laughing because of the way how our legs were tangled with each other. You looked at me smiling, all scruffy but still dreamy. I reached out and touched your face. Your stubble felt good against my skin and I faintly smiled back at you.

I rested my cold hand on your chest. The fact that you were wearing your band's shirt made me smile. You look good in gray, do you know that? With my other hand, I reached for your hair and brushed it with my fingers.

You held my hand that was resting on your chest. Yours was warm and it felt good against my cold, cold skin. I was happy, overjoyed. Lately, I have been feeling extremely lonely and this was a refreshing feeling. I closed my eyes to savour every bit of happiness I have in my heart.

When I opened my eyes, you were already gone.




: Asleep on a Sunbeam - Belle and Sebastian

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