Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Breakfast at Missy's...
This morning I was rousing from a dream, mentally singing, as I occasionally do in such situations, the song "Just What I Needed" from the Cars. During this delirium, I somehow and for some reason, asked Missy for breakfast. She immediately awoke and casually, with sleepy eyes, went to the kitchen and made me cereal and brought it back to the bedroom.
She laid back down as I ate. I was still intoxicated with sleep. I watched her laying there, breathing deeply and rhythmically with her eyes closed.
She didn't need me to say "thank you", she didn't need me to appreciate the gesture, she just did it because she loved me. And at that moment I couldn't have been more in love with her. Unconditional love tends to illicit that effect. I wanted to return the favor, I wanted to please her, I wanted for her to realize that I reciprocate that gift of true love she so genuinely bestows upon me.
But, I finished the cereal. She must have heard me slurp up the last of the milk, because she opened her eyes, sat up and took the bowl and spoon from me and before I could even protest she was out the door.
I thought to myself as she was away, "this is why I love her, this is why I am marrying her." She came back into the room and delicately laid back down and snuggled under the covers. I wanted to tell her how I felt, I wanted to be so close to her that I would lose that sense of self replaced by us. But I couldn't bring myself to disrupt the moment. It was as though I wanted to hold onto that feeling for as long as I could, and that with her resting beside me the moment could contain that feeling.
But time makes one restless and withers away any will power in the presence of growing impulse. So I laid down beside her, ran my fingers through her calico blonde hair drawing it over her shoulder, exposing her neck so that I could nuzzle my nose and take in her gentle fragrance.
She stirred, and rolled over. Her eyes, mere slivers, in response to the light pouring in from the window. I got up on an elbow to better take in her beauty. She murmured a sleepy "hey baby" and stretched, arching her back and extending her legs.
I couldn't resist any longer. The moment was not going to last much longer, and if I missed it then any words wouldn't be as true. I brought her into my arms, she was warm to the touch. I lightly kissed her forehead and looked into her eyes. They were usually a dark brown, but the sun coaxed all the hues of orange and green to the surface. She noticed me studying her face and whispered a soft "hmm". I rested my forehead upon hers and responded, "I love you".
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She laid back down as I ate. I was still intoxicated with sleep. I watched her laying there, breathing deeply and rhythmically with her eyes closed.
She didn't need me to say "thank you", she didn't need me to appreciate the gesture, she just did it because she loved me. And at that moment I couldn't have been more in love with her. Unconditional love tends to illicit that effect. I wanted to return the favor, I wanted to please her, I wanted for her to realize that I reciprocate that gift of true love she so genuinely bestows upon me.
But, I finished the cereal. She must have heard me slurp up the last of the milk, because she opened her eyes, sat up and took the bowl and spoon from me and before I could even protest she was out the door.
I thought to myself as she was away, "this is why I love her, this is why I am marrying her." She came back into the room and delicately laid back down and snuggled under the covers. I wanted to tell her how I felt, I wanted to be so close to her that I would lose that sense of self replaced by us. But I couldn't bring myself to disrupt the moment. It was as though I wanted to hold onto that feeling for as long as I could, and that with her resting beside me the moment could contain that feeling.
But time makes one restless and withers away any will power in the presence of growing impulse. So I laid down beside her, ran my fingers through her calico blonde hair drawing it over her shoulder, exposing her neck so that I could nuzzle my nose and take in her gentle fragrance.
She stirred, and rolled over. Her eyes, mere slivers, in response to the light pouring in from the window. I got up on an elbow to better take in her beauty. She murmured a sleepy "hey baby" and stretched, arching her back and extending her legs.
I couldn't resist any longer. The moment was not going to last much longer, and if I missed it then any words wouldn't be as true. I brought her into my arms, she was warm to the touch. I lightly kissed her forehead and looked into her eyes. They were usually a dark brown, but the sun coaxed all the hues of orange and green to the surface. She noticed me studying her face and whispered a soft "hmm". I rested my forehead upon hers and responded, "I love you".
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# posted by T.S. Idiot @ 10:11 AM 
