March 2nd, 2014
Early Morning Hugs
You sigh contently as you roll over, warm face being pressed against the cool pillow. You blink open your eyes, squinting as your eyes adjusted to the harsh light around you. Rolling back over onto your back, you feel a heavy weight on your stomach, and look down, surprised you didn't notice beforehand.
An arm was draped across you, the hand on one end lightly holding onto the hem of your shirt. You turn your head to the right, seeing the face of whom it belonged to- Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo.
Or, as you and Thomas- his work partner and long-time friend- call him, Guy-Man.
You smile as you realize he is still asleep. A few strands of his long, brown hair had made their way onto his face over the night, masking his face from you. Gently, you brush them behind his ear, causing him to unconsiously wrinkle his nose. You giggle softly. Then you notice he's smiling in his dream- well, half-smiling, since that's as ever close as he gets to a full smile- and giggle again.
As you watch him sleep, you feel happy for him. "Guy- Man looks so peaceful in his sleep," you think. "So stress-free."
You feel a small breeze drift over your back from the window. Rather than getting up and shutting it, you decide to snuggle yourself a little closer to Guy. He pulls you closer almost on instinct, wrapping his arm around you a little more. You bury your face into his chest, smiling to yourself as you breathed in.
You loved the way he smelled- a faint hint of cigarrette smoke and the musk of his cologne-a comforting smell. You find yourself being helplessly lulled back into sleep, surrounded by everything Guy-Man.