Much like a diary entry
Memory: Past midnight and I lay sleepless; collapsed in exhaustion from the hours before. Emotionally and physically drained; my mind will not allow me to sleep. Instead I live a waking dream, deluded by my senses. The tactile: I wrap myself around my lover, careful not to wake him, drinking in the warmth of his body with mine; I only just fit around the curve of his back; with my lips resting against his broad shoulder, I feel small, but safe. The visual: i trace the shape of the shadows on the wall, the dark shapes around the room and imagine the abstractions are painted there by my observation. The time creeps ever onward.
Sleep still eludes me, but this is not my house, I cannot roam about until sleep comes naturally.
I roll away, the face of my lover looks so peaceful and serene. I wonder what tricky things he is dreaming of and close my eyes.
The aural: the hour is late and the world is still. It is quiet so I hear the patter of the rain beating a steady rhythm outside, and his slow soft breathing beside me, so near but in another world. It is a perfect, still, calm moment and I loose myself to it completely.
This is the happiest I have felt in quite a while. These are the moments that heal my mind, if only I can remember them.
Sleep still eludes me, but this is not my house, I cannot roam about until sleep comes naturally.
I roll away, the face of my lover looks so peaceful and serene. I wonder what tricky things he is dreaming of and close my eyes.
The aural: the hour is late and the world is still. It is quiet so I hear the patter of the rain beating a steady rhythm outside, and his slow soft breathing beside me, so near but in another world. It is a perfect, still, calm moment and I loose myself to it completely.
This is the happiest I have felt in quite a while. These are the moments that heal my mind, if only I can remember them.