The 80s

Butterfly

I woke up and saw that I had changed bedrooms. And from the amount of purple I saw it had to be Prince's. I was curled up in between his legs. The side of my head was pressed against Prince's soft lips, they were right on the temple, and he had fell asleep with his arms wrapped around me. I had to say I felt comfortable this way, probably more comfortable than I should have been. I adjusted my body to somehow nestle closer to him. I could smell his cologne. He didn't like the overly musky scent and I had noticed that about him. He liked to smell more sweet, it wasn't a girly sweet. He smelled like a man but he somehow also smelled like woman. It was weird but it relaxes me. He moved in his sleep, pursing his lips to plant a light on my temple and locking his arms a little tighter only for them to loosen up as he fell back into his slumber. I, however was wide awake. So for a while I just sat there listening to him breathe. His breathing was slow almost like a melody. It almost put me back to sleep, my eyelids started to get heavy and I tried to fight them off as long as I could.

"Hey" he greeted me, his voice deeper than usual since he had just woken up. I felt his mustache tickle the side my head and it sent a chill down my spine. I twitched a little. "Are you okay, what the hell was that." he asked me and the yawned, loudly might I add.

"I just got a chill Prince geez" I said with a little bit more of an attitude than I meant to.

"Calm down princess, it was just a question." he said sleepily. My eyes got wide and I sat straight up, he had scooted back and leaned his head back against the headboard. His dark hazel eyes, trying to adjust to the lighting. He wiped his eyes, then his nose, and let his head fall to the side. Which looked cute as could be.

Princess. I haven't heard that in a while. Well, I haven't heard that from him in a while. Hearing it brought a smile to my face, it reminded me of back in the day. The good moments. He turned his attention back to me and he squinted his eye cocking his head to the side, slightly.

"What are you smiling about?" I didn't respond my smile just got bigger. He raised his eyebrow.

"What? Your scaring me, your cheeks are getting high, your eyes are disappearing and your scaring me." That almost made my smile drop and I was five seconds from sending an open palm across his beautiful, flawless,
face. I shook off what he said though.

"Princess?" I said awe. "You haven't called me that in forever." He laughed at me.

"I thought you hated it?"

"You also tried to kill me with your door, that didn't stop me from coming over" He rolled his eyes at me bringing it up again.

"Are we still on this" he threw his arms down in defeat. "I mean didn't I say sorry?!?"

"No you didn't. You picked up your mail and walked in. You came over the next day, threw me over your shoulder and took me out to eat and if I remember it correctly you also left me there." I reminded him. He stared at me blankly for a minute.

"See the bitter thing it-it still doesn't look cute on you. You should try another look, I like you happy. You have high cheek bones. You look cute like a chubby Asian baby" and he patted my both my cheeks. I scrunched my face up and rolled my eyes. I hope I don't get my eyes stuck from how much I've been rolling my eyes at him.

"Oh whatever." I crawled over him, out his lap, and sat next to him. I tried to copy him and leaned against the headboard. He watches me as I did so.

"Well now my thighs are cold." he stuck his bottom lip out at me and pulled the blanket over his lap. I rolled my eyes and faced foreword. I noticed he didn't have a TV in his room. He just had lots of art along the wall, mostly of women. All kinds of women: Naked women, fully clothed women, women of all ethnicities. He had body painting and face paintings. Then there was one painting, that seemed to stick out among the others. It was a lavender butterfly, and it was coming out of a cocoon that was attached to a cherry blossom tree. The butterfly hasn't fully come out.