Dancing with the wind, the sweet scent of honeysuckle filled the air. My hands gently traced the snake-like vines that gripped the pillars of the gazebo, their emerald green standing out against the sandy brown of the cedar wood. I closed my eyes and lay my head against his chest as the symphony of birds and crickets slipped into my ears with the soothing sound of his heartbeat tenderly lulling me to sleep. A soft smile made its way onto my face as his gentle fingers slipped through my chestnut brown curls. I sank further into his arms.
The sky was like a canvas, with God its artist, covering the coat of golden paint with a mesmerising prussian blue, dotted with speckles of alabaster white. The cold silver light of the moon slowly illuminated the garden, transforming it into an ethereal atmosphere. The bright crimson of the roses seemed to darken as if they were blushing at the soft, silvery kiss of the moon. My hand reached out to clutch his shirt, pulling him closer towards me. An amused smile graced his lips at the action. Then they placed a kiss so feathery soft on mine, that I couldn't tell if it had actually happened. My eyes fluttered closed and sleep welcomed me into its warm and loving embrace.
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How To Be Human
General FictionA collection of short and possibly exaggerated stories that portray human emotions and characteristics.
