Very short piece, written late at night in the semi darkness. A/B
I don't even know why I'm writing this down. I guess it's because once upon a time I told someone else to do this and I like to think I'm never wrong. I know that's not true though, all of this has at least taught me that; taught me things I thought I would never know; taught me you.
Your skin is so pale, glowing in the almost darkness. My hand wants to touch it; not just my hand, in fact my whole body feels like it's aching to just feel if your skin is as perfect as it looks. I've touched your skin before; I've hugged you, hit you, hell I've wrestled you in oil. All of that seemed far away now, like it is the dream filled night instead of this.
I reach out slowly just to graze my fingers across the sliver of skin between your shirt and underwear. In the bathroom earlier your shirt was white and your panties blue. In the darkness now they both look blue though, your skin almost blue too. I dare to touch it.
I hear you let out a soft puff of air but I still don't know it you're awake or asleep. I smooth my hand up; just enough to feel your ribs jutting out beneath my hand and your sleep warmth on my fingertips. I want tto feel more of you, all of you, until I know every inch of your body; but you're sleeping and perfect, and I'm awake and Annie.