People say I'm a dreamer...I call it a defense mechanism against life.

Monday, April 26, 2010

One Fine Night...

The night air was warm and the wind was nowhere to be felt. After much consideration she had decided to get her lazy body out of the bed and into the bathroom to wash her sticky face before turning off the lights. As she stared into the bathroom mirror she was greeted by messy pulled back hair and a face flustered from the abnormal heat. But then as she looked at the background of this most peculiar portrait she discovered a bed and in it a body that had already surrendered to sleep. It was the reflection of her bed and in it the boy, who was staying over for the first. The lady in the portrait was suddenly smiling, she liked was she saw. With her face refreshed she turned of the remaining light off and quietly got into bed. The boy mumbled “Good Night” and with a swift turn got his body in a comfortable position. She answered back and closed her eyes, but secretly she wanted that final kiss that would send her off to the world of unconscious with a smile. Given the boy’s absolute immobility she gave up all hope and started to relax her body and put her busy mind at ease, and then she felt it…the boy’s arm around her waist, pulling her towards him. So she made her way to that perfect place between his arms and received the most delightful goodnight kiss. In that moment she knew exactly what she felt for the boy, her heart was filled with it.

1 comment:

La Gringa said...

Hola, Stella. Could you please email me at the address on my blog? I'd like to send you something but I can't find an email address for you. Thank you!

La Gringa
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