The Folly of Slumber
in my dream, my parents were moving out, giving me their house to live in. it was all upheaval and spur-of-the-moment, but hell, i was inheriting a huge house, and my parents didn't even die for me to get it, so win-win there. they did take the new spa though, but we re-installed the old one.
i had a buncha friends staying the week, helping me get everything moved, rebuilt, organized, settled. plus, we could party all week in this beautiful house! we were all sitting around the family room - lots of smiling, lots of laughter. everyone was happy and it permeated the air. i was happy. i was bursting. it was beautiful.
you were there, on the couch with me, laying next to me. you had braces, but only on your back 4 teeth on each side. weird, eh? you smiled at me and i hugged you, elated by your presence and proximity. you gave me a furtive kiss, and i grinned back at you. then you kissed me so intensely, so stongly, the others in the room giggled nervously. someone threw in the usual "get a room" joke. for a minute, i felt so embarrassed. but just for a minute. then i realized: don't get me wrong, i like these people, but bollocks to them. we were happy. we were bursting. it was beautiful.
i pulled a blanket up over our heads - a light, airy white blanket - to give us the smallest of privacies. the sun illuminated us through the cotton film and i smiled at a glimpse of your hair, slightly disheveled from the covers. you pulled close to me, and kissed me - i could feel every moment of your lips; the warmth and softness and flavor that was you. then you pulled back, craning your neck away from me to fade into the folds of the blanket, mouthing the words "i love you..."
i had a buncha friends staying the week, helping me get everything moved, rebuilt, organized, settled. plus, we could party all week in this beautiful house! we were all sitting around the family room - lots of smiling, lots of laughter. everyone was happy and it permeated the air. i was happy. i was bursting. it was beautiful.
you were there, on the couch with me, laying next to me. you had braces, but only on your back 4 teeth on each side. weird, eh? you smiled at me and i hugged you, elated by your presence and proximity. you gave me a furtive kiss, and i grinned back at you. then you kissed me so intensely, so stongly, the others in the room giggled nervously. someone threw in the usual "get a room" joke. for a minute, i felt so embarrassed. but just for a minute. then i realized: don't get me wrong, i like these people, but bollocks to them. we were happy. we were bursting. it was beautiful.
i pulled a blanket up over our heads - a light, airy white blanket - to give us the smallest of privacies. the sun illuminated us through the cotton film and i smiled at a glimpse of your hair, slightly disheveled from the covers. you pulled close to me, and kissed me - i could feel every moment of your lips; the warmth and softness and flavor that was you. then you pulled back, craning your neck away from me to fade into the folds of the blanket, mouthing the words "i love you..."