February 14, 2012

The fabric was soft on my skin, caressing the sun-lightened hairs and spreading chills down my spine. It had a good weight, and I felt comfortable under it's cover. He was turned away from me, all I could see from the corner of my eye was a mass of dark brown curly hair. He turned toward me -slightly- and I could see from the way his eye was shaped that he was smiling.

"Whatcha thinking about?" he turned away from me when he realized I could see he was looking at me.

"Nothing," I responded, and fingered my necklace. I let my toes touched his and he let out a yelp as the freezing members touched his warm skin.

"You're so cold! Why are you so cold?"

"I don't know. I just get that way sometimes." I looked out the window at the apartments across the street. The houses were old, and I'm guessing divided into suites -as most places are in this area. It made me think of your apartment. The messiness of the balconies mirroring the old chair and cigarette butts that constantly littered your front entrance. That time that we got high and you started freaking out. How warm and smooth your skin always was.

"What are you thinking about?" He turned toward me and stared at my profile.

"Nothing." I cursed myself for letting your ghost haunt me.

"Ok." He snuggled under the covers more, and I turned toward him and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"I should go..."