Short stories.

By the ocean side.

We laid together out by the ocean.

The crickets were alive, the stars were singing, yet we were not with them. We were just two bodies twisted together, lost in a vat of daydreams and the cracks in the ground.  Despite our lack of words, I felt like we were saying everything we ever would have needed to say to one another. I could feel his chest rise and fall slowly behind me whilst he tickled the wisps of baby hair that always escaped from my tied back hair. He twirled it around his index finger before pulling his hand away and re-wrapping it again; an endless cycle of affection.

“Hey,” He whispered, his voice tickling my ear. “Are you getting cold yet?”

I shake my head as a ‘no’ in response. He nods before he tickles my calf with his foot.  I push my body back against him.

“I love you.” I smile. Tightly, he squeezes my waist as he pulls me back even further against his body, like he was hoping we’d merge together.  As a response, he kisses the top of my ear, so barely that his lips hardly touch me.  It feels good to be together again; to be as one. We gently doze as the sun rises again to welcome us to another day. Another day of just being us.