Serendipity

pt. 1

My realization of his warm presence sat in juxtaposition to the cold, wet grass that tickled my blushing cheeks. All was caused by the cool summer breeze which forced us to hold close; neither of us disliking the situation. One of my hands rested above my head, unknowingly fiddling with a piece of grass, while the other held loosely around his waist. His head rested on my shoulder, and I could feel his light breath graze the underneath of my chin. As the minutes passed, his breath grew heavier and the lapsing of his eyelashes slowed until finally closing. His sleeping state was almost unrecognizable from his conscious; his slightly opened mouth, low eyebrows, and his other beautiful features were all the same. The only difference was that everything had slowed down. Everything that he did was always calm and slow, an honest opposite to myself. I prayed that he couldn't hear my rapidly beating heart and nervous breathing, for I didn't want to wake him and I wanted to watch his chest rise and fall for as long as I could. But peaceful times come to an end, and after a while, drowsiness took over, and as an attempt to keep my mind straight, I counted the stars and thought of words that started with "S". Soar, strangers, superstition, sound, serenity... Our summer nights usually consisted of watching the stars like this, but the season was almost over, and I realized that this would be one of our last worry-free nights together.