Floating in an Ocean....
So, I lay down. I rest my head against the pillow and curl toward the cushions of the back of the couch. I feel myself getting heavier and heavier, more aware now of my own breathing. I have a growing content feeling that washes over me in waves, sometimes the tide is in, sometimes the tide is out, but the waves are ever present. They wash over me with each breath. The darkness behind my eyelids is doppled with wisps of fog rolling in with sleep. A smile is lingering on my lips as I see you look adoringly yet uncertain gazing and dancing in the coming fog. I am more aware of your breath now. Sweet soothing music with the percussion of your heartbeat rolling through my own veins. We melt into the warm, moist thickening fog. Intertwined, we dance and cajole on the warm ocean like wild horses. Fog accents every movement with a swirl. Tired of playing, we settle on the gentle waves of the warm ocean as it rocks us in it's watery cradle. With our breath it rolls, lapping like lovers against our skin as we melt into each other like nothing else exists but us. Into your eyes I am absorbed and we are but fog again rolling over the water, dissipating into the morning light as my eyes open. Still curled against the cushions of the back of the couch, I can still smell you. I smile looking forward to the day.