lull, n.
I went to your house one morning. "Tulog pa. Wake her up." your sibling uttered. It was just the two of you.
I headed into your room. Your door was open so I let myself in. Then there I saw you into a deep slumber, comfortably sleeping, and it really was damn distracting.
Your shirt was crinkled, revealing your tiny tummy. You moved a little, displaying your long legs. Then the hollow of your neck, your messy hair that made you more beautiful, this were the territories of my quietest desires.
I walked closer unto you, pulled the blanket up, gave you a peck, and left.
