(no subject)
It was the middle of the afternoon and while we had been less than 'productive' all day, there was no reason not to stay right where I was, in your arms, well into the evening. You were warm, soft, and somehow my akward limbs fit perfectly alongside you. As if we were an intended design. You kissed my arms lightly and in that moment, I could have wept and laughed at the same time, because the sun had just passed over your shoulder, sending an unearthly glow about us. It was unreal, a scene from some idealist's portrayal of love. Sometimes I wonder when I'll wake up; Then I consider if, really, I haven't just been asleep until now.