| but it's the only thing worth reading that i've written in a while so shaddup The sun rubs the sleep out of its eyes as it begins its ascent into the grey-blue sky. A sigh of relief creates a soft flowing wind across the land as the sun sees the light, hazey fog. He didn't feel like shining bright today anyway. In the midst of the dewy morning fog, grey silhouettes hide in the distance, chirping and singing their morning songs. For merely a few seconds, a gap in the clouds allows a river of golden light to shine through, glistening off the crisp, wet grass and into someone's bedroom window. The man pulls open his eyelids, shattering the crust in the corner of his eyes. Having awoken for no reason other than his body… nature… the earth telling him so, he relaxes as his eyes come into focus. As the gods would view down from Olympus, the man stares over rolling hills of fluffy white down, into sun-shiney, over-exposed, valleys of the whitest white to see only the closed eyes of the girl he loves buried within the warmth of the comforter three times her size. A smile spills across his lips as he remembers the night before, drowned in liquor, intoxicated with love, spilling over with laughter. He climbs out of bed. Enter Scene This is the man. This is every morning. This is me. A door opens to reveal the man walking shirtless into the world, feeling the sharp breeze roll across his chest, sharpening every nerve and vitalizing strong circulation. He steps outside wearing only shorts, barefoot to feel all textures and sensations of the beautiful land. Unlit cigarette hanging in his lips, he sets the steaming mug of coffee on a rail as he draws the fire up to the crackling paper, through dried, robust leaves, then down into his lungs. A grey cat gracefully walks along the rail until reaching coffee, the scent of which being the aim of its curiosity, then looks up at the man before being rubbed behind the ears, and leaping off to disappear into the fog. Exhaled smoke lazily dances upward, twisting itself into knots slowly disappearing into the empty air, chasing after the pet. His, my, thoughts remain clouded by the intake of all senses, empty headed, thoughtless, and happy. He drinks down the deep black coffee and I feel the warmth course past my throat, enveloping my entire chest as it warms my soul. Ashes fall. The wind drags them to a fate unknown to all. The songs of the feathered troubadours float whimsically through the fog. The door cracks open. He, I, turns as the girl he loves stretches wide to squeak out a yawn. A soft smile seeps out past sleepy eyes and groggy mind, as she re-nestles herself under the mountain of fluffy, white, warmth. She glides softly towards him, raising the blanket around his cool shoulders. He places a freshly lit cigarette into her lips as he draws her into himself with an arm around her waist. She exhales before stealing a sip of his coffee, cradling the warm mug closely to her heart. I watch the two trails rising from each of our cigarettes, twisting and dancing as lazily as before, now intertwining themselves with one another, creating an imitation of what our souls must only look like in the ethereal realm. Two unique, formless energies, obviously separate, twisting so close that it becomes impossible to identify where she ends and he begins. As the focal point shifts from the loving couple into the distance, the horizon seems to be inexistent. The lazy, glowing, yellow sun peeks through the blue sky, shrouded by grey fog which gradually grows thicker and thicker reaching the ground creating a dense grey midst of invisibility. I look up from the girl I love in my arms and can see nothing beyond the handrail infront of our door, until I gaze up into the distance of the heavens. Realizing what the darkness around me is, I let the last few drops of warm coffee stream through my chest, burn the last few tobacco leaves into ash, and smiling, so greatly, flick the cotton butt into the void. Once again the view shifts as the two lovers embrace each other tightly, his palm warming the small of her back while the other cradles her soft jaw line as she raises herself onto her toes and their lips interlock, creating one existing soul for the both of them. The door opens itself once more as a stream of white light pours out, burning the two lovers until what once was two colorful people buried underneath a blanket becomes one bodiless, black silhouette disappearing into the white. Care-free of the dark mystery of the present, and unconcerned with the non-existing view of the distant future, content merely in the love of one another, the couple retreats inside worriless, knowing that no matter the surrounding, the time, or the future, every morning together will be just as angelic. The door closes behind the lovers and the light outside begins to darken. Laughter is heard from inside. Love emanates through the walls. Contentment is felt. Fade to black. This is peace. This is love. This is happiness. This is my dream. This is me. 42 |
