Head banging and back aching, the sun shone though creamy white curtains.
What time was it?
Breath on my neck and hand on my back.
Who was with me?
Air, too hot to breathe, breeze too cold to leave. Clothes littered the floor.
What happened last night?
Breath reeked of alcohol, bodies reeked of sweat.
Who was with me?
Minutes past quickly, hours slid by.
Who was with me?
The light through the curtain shone brighter, they shifted in the wind.
Who was with me?
Shifting.
Shifting.
Sigh.
Was he awake?
I dared a glance toward last nights partner.
Why him?
Gold hair and amber eyes.
Why him?
A warm smile and travelling hands.
Why him?
A palm to stomach, another to my cheek.
Why him?
A kiss to my nose.
Why?
A voice softer than fleece.
"Morning."
Why?
A sharp breath and dazzled stare.
Why was I not upset?
A voice weighted by anxiety.
"Morning."
Laughter lifted my weights.
His precious laughter.
"You're cute, yanno?"