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    The Morning After

    ‘Is the sun up already? Is it really time to go? Was our time together just figment of my imagination, a dream I can’t shake off?’ I talked to myself.

    Continuing my thoughts, ‘Can’t you stay a while more? I dread facing the world. Reality doesn’t make sense, my love. I have none in it. I have no one to keep me warm and feel loved.’

    "A penny for your thoughts? What are you thinking?" you said breaking my pensive mood.

    "The sun’s up. You’ll leave in a while."

    "We both need to go to work."

    "I know, but…"

    "There’s still tonight, you know… We both can look forward to that, right?"

    She smiles. "Yes, true. There is tonight."

    "I love you. I can’t wait to see you again."

    "I love kissing you."

    "I love you."

    "No. I love you more."

    "Uhh Hmmmm… Could you hold me?"

    "We’ll be late for work."

    "Just for a while more…"

    "Come here, then. Come, lay by my side…" and then you snuggled up to me.  My fingers find the familiar curls of your hair. I revel on the silky feeling.

    I look thru the window and I know, nothing is better than this — me holding you and you holding my heart.

    Comments

    1. Please continue and I agree with skycaptain wholeheartedly. REally like the way you have started this story. There is a tenderness we don’t always see right away. Thanks for sharing.

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