Broken, Blue - H.S.

one - like a clock

"It's not that difficult," I told him, smiling. 

"I'm sure it's not that difficult.. When you're French," he retorted sassily. 

I wrapped my arms around him, basking in the light of golden hour. The windows in his bedroom faced west, so every evening as the sun began to set, the light came in and made everything more dreamlike. And he only added to that dreamlike aura. 

His hands made their way down to my waist as mine rested on his shoulders. After a short while of taking each other in, he opened his mouth to speak. 

"Explain it to me again."

We swayed slowly as I prepared to repeat what I had been trying to tell him. "It starts with 'cou', like a clock."

"Like a clock," he laughed. "How is that like a clock?"

I rolled my eyes, playfully delighted that he wanted to hear me speak more. "You know those clocks? With those birds that speak every hour?" 

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he laughed. Both of us knew he was lying. He knew I loved it when he egged me on. "Tell me, what sounds do those birds make?"

I couldn't hold back my laughter. "Cou cou."

His smile grew and he let out a breath of a laugh. "And the next part?"

"'Vreur'," I said quickly, knowing fully well that he wouldn't understand my accent. 

He threw his hands up. "Of course! So easy, isn't it!"

"Look," I started. "In all seriousness, I know it can be hard to say when you can't do a French accent."

"So what's our solution?" His voice went back to soothing, his hands went back to their position on my waist and our sway continued. 

"I'm not sure." I looked into his eyes, trying to contain my infatuated expression. 

He pulled me in so my head was pressed up against his chest. His arms moved up into a hug and our peaceful sway continued. 

"Say the first part again," I heard from the head resting on top of mine. 

"Cou cou."