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Her fingers folded down on the other side of my palm and settled softly between my knuckles.  Every few minutes they would rise, stretching out like people do in the morning, slowly extending fully before falling back down limp and feeling better about it all.  Her eyes were closed and I could tell she was in that weightless immortal world you can only reach just after being gently pulled from a good night’s sleep for the first time and realizing that you are still tired enough, and the pillow cool enough and the sheets soft enough that it won’t be the world around you that brings you back this morning, not anytime soon at least.  You can do it yourself if you want or you can float in it for a while, shifting around, finding the perfect position where the cloud your bed has become is hugging as much of your body as possible.  I can tell by the way she moves her fingers and smiles in semi-conscious reflex and the way she tries to dig deeper into it with her shoulders.  If I could I would slip away and into the kitchen so that when she did come back to me it would be to the smell of fresh coffee or pancakes and eggs and toast or both, but the way she is on and against me makes it impossible, so I’ll stay put as the left side of my body falls asleep with her.

Last night we had one of those conversations that a boy and a girl who find each other at a party sometimes have after more than a couple drinks.  We smiled at each other during our second drinks and found time to talk waiting in line for the bathroom after our fourth drinks and right after that our fifth drink was a shot just to solidify what we had started in line.  Our sixth drink was a double, at least, and then a song came on that for one reason or another made us realize that we should find somewhere to sit down and talk.

 We both found something in the other that we were looking for on some level and the alcohol was helping everything go so smoothly, which it continued to do all night, and we talked about our families and our jobs and our first loves and our annoying younger brothers and music from all different times in our lives and how much better old vinyl records sound and how this is nice because most of the things that anybody ever says are complete bullshit, and then we looked at each other and really stopped talking until we found a bed, but then it was different.

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  5. love-just-smile said: i love this- it reads like you but your heart into writing it.. i also just wanna read more- but it doesn’t continue after i scroll to the bottom. tehehe
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