Lefty's ✓

nine.

July

I left early in the morning. Melissa looked over at me from under the covers, her eyes basically begging me to go. I quickly grabbed my clothes that were thrown on the floor. As soon as I got to the door I looked back at her; she had already fallen back asleep.

She looked beautiful, as always. Her dark hair was strewn across the white pillow, messy from my hands tangling themselves through it. She lies on her stomach, her face turned towards me. Her face squishes, smushing her lips together. She looks cute, young, and peaceful; ways she'd never let you describe her were she awake. One of her hands rests next to her head. The nails on it left marks on my back, but I could never complain as long as they came from her.

The way she stayed put throughout the night kept me wondering. Usually those that are haunted by their problems toss and turn. Melissa stayed still in my arms every second. It made me think about what she's going through. Maybe it's something that she only deals with in the day so she can dream peacefully. Or maybe, there's nothing wrong at all. Maybe her personality is just something I'm not used to. Nevertheless, I want to find out. I want to find out everything I can about her.

Sleeping was hard for me. My eyes kept tracing her entire body; from her soft hair to her small toes. The slope of Melissa's nose had me comparing it to every other girls' nose that I knew. None of them even compared. The way her eyes were shaped the same as almonds kept me thinking about all the other shapes I didn't need to see. Her cheeks were the perfect circles that gained small traces of red whenever I looked at her a certain way. The shape of her head made it feel like we were two puzzle pieces perfectly fitting together whenever she rested her chin in the crook of my neck. The way her arms unconsciously wrapped themselves around my waist when we slept kept me wanting to stay there forever- as long as she'd let me. The short length of her torso kept her right below my chin, letting me become obsessed with the scent of her hair. Her long legs left my mouth ajar from how they never seemed to end. My feet are always cold, but when Melissa's warm ones run against mine, blood immediately finds its way rushing down to heat them.

She's still sleeping when I shut her door and walk the short distance from the front entrance to my car. Maybe when she wakes up she'll think of me the same way I think of her; every second of every day.