It's raining over here so I thought it'd be fitting. I'm sorry it's so, so short though.
Thanks for everyone who took the time to read this, as short as it is. It means a bunch since it's my first time really writing. But try to have a good day!
There are light raindrops sprinkling on you when you feel yourself waking up. You're on your stomach, your face buried in your right arm. You lift your head to turn to your left for some fresh air, feeling the heat emanating from your face. Your eyelids are still struggling to open while the raindrops are cooling off your exposed cheek. You slowly blink a few times before you see a hand reaching at you. You're already smiling before she brushes a strand of hair away from your face and tucks it behind your ear. She drags her hand lazily down your neck, between your shoulder blades to your lower back. She smiles and then wrinkles up her nose.
It's raining a bit.
You're both in short shorts and bikini tops, your hair up all messy with the rain still sprinkling. She's softly scratching at your lower back.
Do you wanna head back home?
You don't. Not really. Not when it seems like you're already there.
You try to shake your head but just end up smushing your face against your arm. She quietly chuckles, nods and says okay. She rubs your back and shoots you a little wink before sitting up on her elbows, staring off into the lake behind you.
The sun seems to be setting, painting everything with hues of orange. You feel pretty lucky that you're able to witness something as beautiful as sharing a sunset with someone just as special as this lady right next to you. She looks so peaceful. Serene. She has a hint of a smile, a soft curl at the end of her lips that completely melts your heart. She catches your eyes.
Britt, honeybee, you're missing the sunset.
You sit up on your elbows and kiss her wet shoulder. She gives you a soft smile and a small flutter of her eyes.
I still can't believe we found this place, right?
You can, though. It always seems like when you're with her, beautiful things just tend to happen. Or maybe things tend to become beautiful with her. The both of you together. Anything can be beautiful.
Anywhere can be home.
With the both of you.
Together.