We rocked gently back and forth, our noses and heads softly resting on one another. I could feel the rippling waves in her eyes crashing into mine. Her gaze was sharp, and her eyes bore into mine. Instinct drew my glance upwards, as I looked right back at her, simultaneous smiles creeping onto both of our faces.
All I could do was cradle her hands in mine, our fingers intertwining in a most joyous way. I felt so alive, gripping onto her wrists, our faces just about touching, and as the dwindling rays of the sinking dusk sun began to throw the room into darkness, we didn't dare to move, or even say a word, just treasure this one moment of tranquility we had together, as though it were our last; I sincerely hoped it would not be our last, but the first of many, many more.
An impertinent wind was blowing outside, and a breeze was spilling into the dimness through the broad window, which sat slightly ajar. She shivered, her teeth clenched, and so I extended my grasp further up her arms, pulling her into me for a warm embrace. I so missed the sultry late summer's weather.
Her hair formed rivers across my arms and lap, and I felt her delicate fingers fumble softly with the coarse wool of my jumper. My own fingers found hers, and I slowly traced over them with utmost curiosity, as she tangled her hand in the corner of my sleeve. What was she thinking about? What was circulating in her mind?
The whisper of wind that made its way in laps about the room ruffled the net curtain slightly, and neatly tousled my curls. It ushered a silent, low hum out of the guitar strings in the corner, and filled the quiet with a half-hearted whistle.
The tight grip on my jumper had loosened over the minutes, and I glanced down at the beautiful girl slumped in my arms, to see her eyelids flutter to a close. Her breath slowed and steadied, and I held my own, to give my pretty sleeping angel the peaceful rest she deserved.
