Second Chance by Fate

Morning Run

15

I was enjoying my sleep really, for the first time I was; yet everything comes to an end right. And so I was pulled from it by what?

 By something heavy…

I can hardly breathe…

I thought I was going to die, so I immediately opened my eyes only to find out that we’re at a difficult position.

Ralph and I

Well don’t think anything malicious because we can’t touch that part yet seeing we just started.

So getting back to our position; how do I explain-slash-describe this?

Our feet tangled.

My hands are on his bare chest.

His hands are around my waist.

My head is on his shoulder.

His head is on my chest.

Now, I guess you can imagine that.

Him, lying on my chest just blocked the air path that is maybe why I can hardly breathe.

I tried to move, to sit up, without waking him up through that attempt I was able to make are situation better.

Now, he’s really lying above my breast.

What I did made him snuggle closer to my body and hug it tighter, if that’s even possible.

Which made my hands jump to his hair and back hugging him as well.

At situations like this, it makes me think if his children are really the one I’m taking care or is it him. He’s just so childish.

Gone was the cold-hearted, arrogant, businessman I first met and heard. Now he’s just so immature, sweet, caring, loving, and all.

That it made me smile.

I stare blankly at the thing in front of me while unconsciously massaging Ralph’s head until I felt the sun rises through the curtains, we forgot to shut last night.

Now, the morning star’s rays enlighten the whole room.

I thought of waking Ralph up but seeing his peaceful sleeping face made me change my mind.

I grabbed a pillow and tried substituting it for my body but every attempt I tried failed. I looked in his face first before trying once more and I now what I saw.

There was a smile on that pretty face, but it swiftly disappeared right after I got a glance of it.

‘Unbelievable’ I mentally said and sighed.

I tried peeking on his eyes, so I opened one of his eyes’ eyelids and I’m definitely convinced of what I saw this time his pupil just rolled upward the same moment I was opening his eye’s blinds.

It made me laugh, how he epically failed trying to persuade me that he is still peacefully asleep over my chest.

I laugh while trying to pull my innocent body from his perv hands also while pointing an accusing finger at him.

“You’re awake.” I repeatedly said laughing and pointing a finger at him, yet he won’t budge and keeps on trailing my body, which was escaping his embrace, still with eyes closed and a poker face.

This time I grabbed a pillow and hit him repeatedly, while saying he’s awake continuously also while laughing my lungs out.

At the end I won.