Take Flight

Morning Run

You slowly open your eyes as you feel the warm and colorful light of the sun against your eyelids. You're confused for a second, discovering a place you don't know, black and white, neat, just as if you were still dreaming. It takes you an second to realize this room is not so unfamiliar, you just see it differently now than you ever did before. A feeling of softness and warmth reigns in it now, it's not the cold room you couldn't get yourself to sleep in just weeks ago. The white seemed to be giving you a freezing stare and the black enhanced the sharpness of the room leaving no space for a feeling of safety. But now in the rising light of the sun, all of your worries just fly away.

Your eyes linger a bit in the crumpled white satin sheets, hiding your naked body. As your gaze travel to the other side of the bed you fully acknowledge a presence next to you. You sweetly smile as your gaze lays on Angelina's angel-looking face. You stare, studying each and every detail of her perfection as she's still sleeping. You could look at her for hours, her beauty drowns you, even with her eyes closed.

You can't help but softly kiss her forehead, and she only slightly moves so you know she's still deep in her sleep. You slowly get out of bed, checking on Angelina each time you hear the smallest of noise, worried you'd wake her up. She's of another kind of beauty in her sleep. She look a purer, and the white sheets spread around her head enlighten her, making her look even more God-like.

You look for your dress on the floor so that you can hide your naked body. You pick up your bra and panties in one corner of the room, your dress and your belt in another. Yesterday you found yourselves in the silence of the night, not letting even the light share this moment with you. You know Angelina wanted to see you but you didn't want to waste this all. You wanted to keep her all for yourself as long as you had the chance. The absence of sight made it all the better for you as your other senses just absorbed each and every touch, and every kiss, bite and caress is printed on your skin now. You know seeing it wouldn't have created such a memory for you.

You dress silently, covering your skin inch after inch, still staring at Angelina in a way you've never offered to anybody before. As you put your belt on, the sheets start moving around Angelina and you see an arm peek through the thin material. Her eyes are wide open, and she moves around to find a comfortable position while keeping on watching you.

"You're dressed."

She doesn't just state facts, it almost sounds like a question, a mark of her surprise.

"Yes Ma'am I am," you answer in a smile.

She groans.

"Oh please don't call me that."

"Oh yeah sorry about that. Ma'am."

She takes a fake offended look and let out a small noise of shock, her mouth open. Before you have time to wildly smile, she seizes the nearest pillow and throws it at you. You funnily punch it as it flies straight to your face, and both of you burst in laughters. As you calm down you sit in the bed, next to Angelina. You stare into each other's eyes again, just like a ritual. She rolls on her side and hold her head straight with her hand balled up into a fist.

"So..."

"So ?"

"About last night..."

"What about it ?" you tease.

"Oh c'mon !"

She laughs and grab your neck to kiss you. Your lips fit perfectly together, a perfect match, as if they were meant to meet each other. Each second you feel her against you is to be saved preciously in your memory. You can't help kissing her back, harder and harder, Angelina letting go of you only to whisper :