Drink coffee. Love rain.

It was the sky-

You’re laying on your back on a grassy knoll, overlooking a small playground when you open your eyes. All you can see is the beautiful blue expanse of sky above, with a few wisps of clouds here and there. It’s pleasant out, you note, as you feel the warm breeze against your face. You can feel the slight dampness from the earth seeping through the back of your shirt and shorts, but you can’t be bothered to care. 

Closing your eyes again, you listen to the sounds around you; there’s laughter and the occasional gleeful scream from the children in the park below. The trees rustle in the gentle wind, and you can just make out the soft snores from the girl sleeping beside you. You shift slowly, reaching your arms up and stretching, groaning quietly as your body pulls taut for a moment. You leave your arms lying haphazardly above your head and turn to look at her, studying her as if you had never seen her before. 

She too is lying on her back; her arms are draped precariously across her torso, and her head is tilted toward you. The soft strands of her dirty-blonde hair are strewn across her face and fanned out behind her head on the grass. Her delicate eyelashes brush her cheeks as they twitch in her sleep, dreaming of some far-off fairytale land you will never know. You live for moments like this, where you can simply observe her as she truly is. 

Sometimes you wish she knew just how much of you she has, how much of your heart she holds in her hands. You like to think about what she would do if you told her; that she would smile at you, with that one smile she has that almost no one sees. You like to think she would smile that smile and take you into her arms. She would whisper quietly into your ear and tell you how she feels the same way, and your heart would just about burst with the utter emotion of it all. But that makes you ache in all the worst ways, because you know that isn’t what would ever happen so you try not to imagine it very often. 

So you turn your head away from her sleeping form, and look back up to the endless horizon. Watching the clouds doesn’t hurt, you think, as you close your eyes once more and let the breeze roll over your skin.

-wonderful yet overwhelming

It’s the sun that wakes you; the warmth pleasant against your face, but bright enough to drag you from your slumber. It’s kind enough not to wake you completely, leaving you somewhere in the dredges of consciousness. The only things you are aware of are the sensations you are surrounded by; the soft plush of your pillow beneath your head, and the warm cocoon of your comforter keeping the rest of the world out. It’s her skin though, that you are aware of the most. 

You are half on top of her as she lays face down, pressed together from shoulder to thigh, with your legs tangled somewhere among the bedding. Her face is turned away from you, and her hair is fanned out all across her back; the dark strands catching and gleaming in the sun. As you begin to wake further, you pull your arm up from where it was draped across her waist to slowly drag your fingertips down the gentle curve of her spine, feather light. You can feel more than hear it when she hums in response, the sound no louder than a whisper, and you can tell she is still asleep. You bring your arm up and do it again, pressing just that much harder and dragging your nails in the gentlest way. 

She groans and shifts, beginning to roll to her side, so you move off of her as she faces you. Her eyes blink open sleepily, and you watch as she slowly comes to consciousness. You smile because she is so, so painfully beautiful, and you reach up a hand to brush the strands of her hair out of her face. When her crystalline gaze finally focuses and settles on you, she blinks and smiles in the most wonderful and overwhelming way, then whispers,

“hi,” 

and its just all you can do to contain the feeling rising up in your chest that makes you feel like laughing and crying all at once, and whisper it back, 

“hi.”