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I woke up in someone else's bedroom. it was the most disoriented I've felt in years. and waking up next to someone was just as strange. I didn't really remember anything. I was just sort of scared and unsure. he, on the other hand was all in his head, and very aware. he smiled at me. I think I remember.
my head hurt a little, so he held it close to him. he touched my cheek, as if he had done it before. I suppose he had. the clock said five am, but it felt much later. my legs were tangled in covers, which were not at all comfortable. definately not comforting. his room was still dark, which the curtains can take credit for. he was warm. I was confused.
something kept me there. I just stayed still, as my head went around, thinking. his name was hard to remember, but in the attempt to attain it, there were pieces of last night floating to thought. he held my hand and played with my fingers. I started to cry.
turning on his side, shirtless as he was, he asked me what was the matter. he touched my cheek again, his eyes full of concern. it made me cry even more.
he said, "baby, what's wrong?" and he kissed my forehead as we both sat up in the bed. he touched my cheek again.
I looked at him.
I put my arms around his neck and held him close. my tear-soaked cheek rested on his shoulder.
"kelly...what is it...?"
so concerned, so worried.
I pulled back and smiled a little at him, tears still escaping from my eyes. "I just..." He was so worried. "I just love you. I love you."
so loved. He kissed me on the forehead again and held me close. I could hear his heart beating. it was faster than usual, but gradually slowing as we just sat there together.
I knew that this was just a glimpse, and I didn't want it to go away. I didn't want to let go of that peace, but I knew I'd see it again someday. I'd see him again, and I'd hold him. He would kiss me on the forehead. we would be in love.
waking up, my only desire was to be with him again. my room was too bright and lonely. my husband wasn't there and I was only nineteen. it's silly how dreams can make you feel, and how some you wish you'd never wake up. this was not one of those. I don't want to keep him in dreams. the sooner tomorrow comes, it's one day closer to him. I suppose, I'm just a cheesy, hopeless romantic. yeah, you see us, as foolish as we appear. but oh well. kelly's a silly girl. okay. I'll take that.
my head hurt a little, so he held it close to him. he touched my cheek, as if he had done it before. I suppose he had. the clock said five am, but it felt much later. my legs were tangled in covers, which were not at all comfortable. definately not comforting. his room was still dark, which the curtains can take credit for. he was warm. I was confused.
something kept me there. I just stayed still, as my head went around, thinking. his name was hard to remember, but in the attempt to attain it, there were pieces of last night floating to thought. he held my hand and played with my fingers. I started to cry.
turning on his side, shirtless as he was, he asked me what was the matter. he touched my cheek again, his eyes full of concern. it made me cry even more.
he said, "baby, what's wrong?" and he kissed my forehead as we both sat up in the bed. he touched my cheek again.
I looked at him.
I put my arms around his neck and held him close. my tear-soaked cheek rested on his shoulder.
"kelly...what is it...?"
so concerned, so worried.
I pulled back and smiled a little at him, tears still escaping from my eyes. "I just..." He was so worried. "I just love you. I love you."
so loved. He kissed me on the forehead again and held me close. I could hear his heart beating. it was faster than usual, but gradually slowing as we just sat there together.
I knew that this was just a glimpse, and I didn't want it to go away. I didn't want to let go of that peace, but I knew I'd see it again someday. I'd see him again, and I'd hold him. He would kiss me on the forehead. we would be in love.
waking up, my only desire was to be with him again. my room was too bright and lonely. my husband wasn't there and I was only nineteen. it's silly how dreams can make you feel, and how some you wish you'd never wake up. this was not one of those. I don't want to keep him in dreams. the sooner tomorrow comes, it's one day closer to him. I suppose, I'm just a cheesy, hopeless romantic. yeah, you see us, as foolish as we appear. but oh well. kelly's a silly girl. okay. I'll take that.