i’m pathetic for thinking i can live like this one day. as if this would actually happen to me.
One day,
I want to wake up.
Feel the warmth of the sun shining through my window.
Look over and see a boy still fast asleep.
Admire the peacefulness of him.
Get out of bed and make a small breakfast, put it on a tray with a small vase of flowers, and bring it to that boy in bed.
Brush his hair back, kiss his lips. Tell him, “Good morning wonderful.”
He’d be shirtless, scoot back in bed and I’d place the tray on his lap.
I’d sit next to him while he ate.
We’d talk about our secrets and wishes and the little things we love about each other.
It’d be a day we both didn’t have anything to do.
After he finishes his meal, we’d slip into the shower.
Save water, admire the curves and lines of each others figure.
All the while, playing Bon Iver or other peaceful music.
We’d clothe ourselves, grab a camera and then go out for a walk in the town.
We’d interlock fingers and strut down beautiful sun-lit streets and take pictures of beautiful things.
For lunch, we’d find a quiet diner not filled with more than two other people.
We’d order a cute meal to share. Probably cheese fries and a milkshake.
We’d get back to the apartment.
It would have door out to a spiral staircase filled with greenery.
We’d go up there while the sun was setting and mediate together.
Of course, with cups of warm tea.
After a long day, we’d need to bathe again.
We’d go into the bathroom, fill it with incense, and tons of candles.
Turn the lights out and just enjoy each others presence.
Hold each other in warm water, sharing a few kisses here and there.
We’d dry off and head straight into bed.
Give each other a well-deserved massage and study the spines, goosebumps, and hairs on each others bodies.
Next we’d tangle up in each other and talk all night.
Share everything.
Eventually, we’d just end up falling asleep in each others arms.
Wake up the next morning, repeat.
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