Topic: When I woke the next morning...
When I woke the next morning I couldn't see much of anything.
I couldn't see the rays of light shining through the partially open window blinds. There was no mistake, it was morning, that much my digital clock informed me of in neon. However, still I was very much so engulfed in the darkness that spilled over from the previous night.
So I was awake, but the sun had not yet lit the sky ablaze to relieve the moon. The moon was not the only one who had not been relieved.
I turned my head to my right and couldn't see the ruddy cheeks that had blushed for me when I had been flattering or the shimmering pink lips I'd kissed the night before when in my desperation for company I'd went out hunting for not so much what I longed for, but something that would fill the gap momentarily. There was no replacement for what I sought, but my heart, my soul, and primarily my body so aching with need convinced myself in its entirety that for a few hours I could pretend.
But as I stared at the indented pillow next to mine I realized an incredulous, but most definite truth; the girl had left me before morning, possibly after I had drifted off to sleep.
One night stands are not as satisfying as you would believe.
I couldn't see what the day would bring or the next day after, but the one thing I did know was that I was single again and because of a reliance on a lover to feel like I belong somewhere? I once again felt misplaced.
Muse: Anteros
Fandom: Myth
I couldn't see the rays of light shining through the partially open window blinds. There was no mistake, it was morning, that much my digital clock informed me of in neon. However, still I was very much so engulfed in the darkness that spilled over from the previous night.
So I was awake, but the sun had not yet lit the sky ablaze to relieve the moon. The moon was not the only one who had not been relieved.
I turned my head to my right and couldn't see the ruddy cheeks that had blushed for me when I had been flattering or the shimmering pink lips I'd kissed the night before when in my desperation for company I'd went out hunting for not so much what I longed for, but something that would fill the gap momentarily. There was no replacement for what I sought, but my heart, my soul, and primarily my body so aching with need convinced myself in its entirety that for a few hours I could pretend.
But as I stared at the indented pillow next to mine I realized an incredulous, but most definite truth; the girl had left me before morning, possibly after I had drifted off to sleep.
One night stands are not as satisfying as you would believe.
I couldn't see what the day would bring or the next day after, but the one thing I did know was that I was single again and because of a reliance on a lover to feel like I belong somewhere? I once again felt misplaced.
Muse: Anteros
Fandom: Myth