~~ I haven't updated in a trumendous amount of time so I'm supper sorry about that. Anyway I'm back now but I might be updateing less frequently until school ends. Sorry for the hold up.
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April 11, 2014 8:34 a.m.
If I could
I'd stay like this
Curled up in the duvets
Nestled in between your arms
The wind beating against the walls
Rain rapping on the sill
A silent melody formed
With the steady repetition
Of your heart and your breathing
Lulling to sleep
Peacefully listening
Coddled by your warmth
Chilled by your breathing
A silent whisper that brings me to bed
"What's that?" Chris asked, point at the page, his voice groggy from sleep and his hair perfectly ruffled.
"Nothing," I responded quickly, shutting the journal with a snap.
"Doesn't look like nothing," he joked, poking my side as he sat down. Hesitantly he pecked me on the lips, leaving a slight tingle where his had been. Setting his hand on mine, his thumb rubbing circles on my skin, he leaned closer to me. "How's about I make you breakfast," his words coming off smoky on his lips.
"With bacon?"
"With bacon," he laughed. "Let me just freshen up," jokingly he added, "My hair's a mess."
I pouted, "If you fix it I'll just have to mess it up again."
"Then I guess I'll just have to keep fixing it." he got up, slowly before taking off down the hall. When he came back he smiled brightly, showing off his freshly brushed teeth, and his hair combed.
"You didn't use my brush did you?" I speculated.
He shrugged as he went around the counter. Grinning, he said, "I might have."
"Chris!" I shouted, laughing as I struggled to reach over the tabletop to ruffle his hair. He laughed vibrantly. "Say you're sorry. Say it!" I joked.
"Okay, okay --"
I retreated my arms.
"-- I'm sorry."
"Good," I smirked. I looked down when I felt a scratching on my leg. Bandit pawed my legs while he sat, leash in his mouth, silently pleading with me. "Well who taught you to do that, boy?"
"I did," someone called from behind me. Upon turning around I found April strutting toward us.
"Hmm." I bent down to pick the leather rope from his jaws. "How's about we go for a walk boy?" His ears perked up when I uttered the word "walk." I was almost to the door when someone took the leash from me.
"Let me take him for you," Andrew smiled, then slipped out the entryway and onto the Boston streets.
I shrugged, going back to Chris and April. Slumping down into my seat I listened to their chatter. I couldn't help but marvel at how well they got along. They were talking about what April majored in and how was school, what she likes the most about school, who's her favorite artist, when would she be graduating. Stuff l've heard a million times before.
