The thoughts of me

Before Sunrise

So I thought of this as I watched bits and pieces of the sunrise.

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I watched her delicate fingers pluck the guitar strings calmly as her smooth pink lips molded the lyrics to a song. The atmosphere was serene with the warm light from candles, a cool morning breeze brushed through our hair, light blues and yellows painted the sky from just beyond the window, and the soft music being made right in front of me. The gentle girl that sat in front of me on the bed seemed lost in her song and a warm feeling flourished in my chest. A small smile splayed on my own lips as hers mesmerized and delighted me.

My eyes drifted from her to the rising sun. Pinks were now dotting the sky on light, puffy clouds. It was almost as if she was raising the sun herself with her song. My head turned back to her as she ended the song quietly. When our eyes met an epiphany struck me and stole all of my breath.

I loved her.

There in that moment, as if nothing had ever been clearer, I knew I loved the beautiful, angelic girl that made the sun rise. "Did you like it?" She asked softly. Her voice was airy, like it was  the soft morning breeze itself. I nodded my head, "I loved it." Her smile grew and she laid her head against her hand that rested on her guitar. Her curly blonde hair slightly shifted onto her face and a gently pushed it back. My eyes focused on the smoothness of her skin and the softness of her hair, trying to remember how she felt in the palm of my hand.

"Fiona?" My name left her mouth as a question. Her small hand held my hand to her cheek. "I-I don't know how I'm feeling." She mumbled with a small smile. "But I like it." I didn't realize how close our faces were suddenly until her breath mixed with mine. Her lips brushed over mine and our eyes closed. I wanted to savor this moment. I connected our lips and I welcomed the warmth that sparked in my body.

Our lips moved slow and smoothly like her song before the sunrise. And when the kiss broke smiles were plastered on our faces. She carefully set her guitar down next to the bed and scurried under the covers. I watched her graceful movements in admiration, "What?" she giggled. I shook my head as I laid down and I smiled when her petite hand found mine under the covers and held it.

"So what does this make us?" I asked her, the realization of what just happened finally setting in. "This makes you my girlfriend." She said with closed eyes. "What about your mom, Sadie?" I asked her. She opened her eyes and propped herself up with one elbow, "Go to sleep and we will discuss this when we wake up, okay?" I sighed and she quickly pecked my lips, "Okay?" she repeated. "Fine, Okay." I relented. She fell back onto the bed and smiled at me before turning over and draping my arm over her waist.

I internally shook my head and held her close to me. I closed my eyes and dreamed about the girl I held in my arms.