My eyes opened earlier than they used to, back at home. It was cold and dew was all over our blankets. I did not move, I did not want to wake up Amanda.
I was lying turned towards her, my arm wrapped around her body over her shoulder and she was close to me, embossed on my chest, hidden in me.
I felt her warm breaths against my neck.
I could see behind her, beyond sky blue floor of the back of our mini truck where we fell asleep last night.
Knee high grass with patches of purple flowers in it and further, trees with thick trunks full of birds those sound sweet.
The morning before the sun is not as same as the evening after it, I thought.
It is like the drop evaporating to the sky is not as same as the one falling in rain.
I looked at her. She did not smell like last night, of lilies and musk and orange blossom.
She smelled like skin and beats and warmth, radiating from a pathway across my heart to hers. And she looked more like a person than a beautiful thought, with her almond hair scattered out of her ponytail and her palm tucked in somewhere in the short space between us against my stomach.
Maybe the consciousness forms a wall around us, thick enough not to let us fall in love with people. I liked us sleeping, it was like falling without knowing that you are falling and every time you wake up next to each other, you know that you are a little more deeper in the pit of solace than last time you were awake.
I looked at the sky, it was still time for the sun to rise. I dug my nose in her hair and breathed deep, I inhaled all of her various smells. For a while, I felt all the love being pulled out from everything else in the world to get collected inside me with the breath and I held it. I exhaled lightly in her hair.
I loved her and I knew she loved me, I was glad about it.
I leaned my head above her and she moved further in her sleep, coming closer to me.
I smiled, and closed my eyes in hope of falling more for her when I would wake up the next time.
2 JUN AT 21:55