She is my vitamin A
I feel like bragging about my lovely girlfriend.
She is so very amazing. Here is something she wrote just laying on my bed. ;)
Eggshell white and a soft warm light that crawls around the edge of your window to contrast the shade that's never drawn to greet the dawn from late night contemplation and annihilation. I throw off the confining shoes and they find their way under the chair like a frightened cat, but I could care less about that or the cold of the tile that captures my soles but not my soul whom lies under the comforter. It is comforted. And as I idly climb into bed I'm reunited and I find clarity in the familiarity. I know exactly where I am and should be. Enamored with your breath on my cheek, too tired to speak, but at this point words mean so little to me as they got lost in a light green sea of sheets and faded between the crease of where your leg and my thigh effortlessly meet. Rise and fall- I'm enveloped in it all and am reminded of the best by the way I curl and stay in the space between your chin and collapsing chest. As I follow the rhythmic palpitations my eyelids never close. They wander through patterns on the ceiling, silhouettes on the wall and carelessly strewn clothes. The peace on your face is my saving grace and I welcome it with a drowsy smile. The neon clocks figures switch and morph into passing time that reminds me of how you might stir in awhile. Should I close my orbs and absorb? Or do I dare miss a moment, should you blink and I not behold it? Conundrums at 12:45 care the least for the senses. I begin to dull and count 61 sheep jump over white arched fences. A cat and a fiddle, a high-flying cow, an amused canine, and I'm glad to be caught in a spoon. Just as soon as the sandman's elixir takes its effect the morning sun soon erects and slides its rays all over the place. Like I anticipated you breathe and expand in a triumphant stretch that swallows half the day. Hello morning glory. I'll tell you a story of a girl who thought she was dreaming of heaven until she woke up and discovered under lived in covers, it had held her from a quarter til seven.
She is so very amazing. Here is something she wrote just laying on my bed. ;)
Eggshell white and a soft warm light that crawls around the edge of your window to contrast the shade that's never drawn to greet the dawn from late night contemplation and annihilation. I throw off the confining shoes and they find their way under the chair like a frightened cat, but I could care less about that or the cold of the tile that captures my soles but not my soul whom lies under the comforter. It is comforted. And as I idly climb into bed I'm reunited and I find clarity in the familiarity. I know exactly where I am and should be. Enamored with your breath on my cheek, too tired to speak, but at this point words mean so little to me as they got lost in a light green sea of sheets and faded between the crease of where your leg and my thigh effortlessly meet. Rise and fall- I'm enveloped in it all and am reminded of the best by the way I curl and stay in the space between your chin and collapsing chest. As I follow the rhythmic palpitations my eyelids never close. They wander through patterns on the ceiling, silhouettes on the wall and carelessly strewn clothes. The peace on your face is my saving grace and I welcome it with a drowsy smile. The neon clocks figures switch and morph into passing time that reminds me of how you might stir in awhile. Should I close my orbs and absorb? Or do I dare miss a moment, should you blink and I not behold it? Conundrums at 12:45 care the least for the senses. I begin to dull and count 61 sheep jump over white arched fences. A cat and a fiddle, a high-flying cow, an amused canine, and I'm glad to be caught in a spoon. Just as soon as the sandman's elixir takes its effect the morning sun soon erects and slides its rays all over the place. Like I anticipated you breathe and expand in a triumphant stretch that swallows half the day. Hello morning glory. I'll tell you a story of a girl who thought she was dreaming of heaven until she woke up and discovered under lived in covers, it had held her from a quarter til seven.